Basketball is a physically aggressive sport that can be fun for those who are tall. I am not tall. So, my son is not tall. Athletic…yes. Aggressive…yes. Loves to play…yes. Tall…no.
He has to work twice as hard against others in his own age group just to be relevant and he works his heart out. This makes me extremely proud but I still can’t help but feel sorry for the gene pool he received. Last year was his first playing and as a 3rd grader in the 1st – 3rd division he did fairly well.
Dribble. Dribble. Walk.
Dribble. Dribble. Shoot.
Dribble. Dribble. Shoot. Rebound.
Dribble. Dribble. Shoot. Score.
|My son is in the black jersey…so little.|
This year he is a 4th grader in a 4th – 6th division. What a difference a year makes. While one of the smallest on the team, he still manages to get his fair share of rebounds, and his new best friend is the bounce pass under the arms of towering opponents. But shooting the ball?? Nope, won’t even attempt it. I can see him look at the basket with longing and if one little boy could wish the ball to the hoop, he would lead his team in scoring. If a mom could wish the ball to the hoop, he would lead the nation in scoring.
Every game ends with a few rebounds, a good number of great passes, but no baskets, and a HUGE smile. He loves to play whether he scores or not, whether he is the tallest or not. I am happy that he is happy. He likes his teammates, he likes the sport, he likes to be included. I just can’t help but wish his short little self could score also. Funny how that one most important thing in basketball is not that important to him.
I wonder when he will realize that scoring is more important than having fun? Or is it? Life lessons from my short, beautiful, and wise beyond his years 9 yr. old.
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