A Glimmer of Basketball Love

I didn't want the son to play basketball this winter. The main reason was because his past experiences were not very positive, nor helpful. An opportunity presented itself (because of dear friendships and prayer!) which had son assigned to a team with his best buddy and his best buddy's dad as coach, and the possibility of his own dad assisting. His buddy is also homeschooled, which makes a difference on a public school league involving 3rd graders! These were the only conditions that gave me any peace regarding his playing.

So he joined the team and grew and learned! He was well coached--which means A LOT! He gave it his all and began to show improvement. Then he had the fall. Ugh. That set him back, but he got right back in the fray as soon as possible. His team did very well and entered the tournament full of hope, making it to the semi-finals. Mostly, he was joyful in his time!

As soon as it was all done and they'd played their last game, received their trophys and said goodbye, something clicked. Maybe it was the promise of spring, but that boy could not keep his hands off a basketball for a week--a week of fairer weather. He practiced constantly, shooting hoops on the driveway.

It's very cold and snowy again, but I think he's got a glimmer of basketball love. Time will tell!