I wanna be, I wanna be like Mike…
Wow! I’ve missed you guys! Our online book study of the book “Fervent” was terrific and life changing. It’s good to be back!
With a Championship win for Max’s team on Saturday and Reagan’s basketball season over, we are now moving on to the next season of sports in golf and baseball.
Since Phoebe set a goal this year to “be a sports girl” we will pick up t-ball as well. For Jason and I to not be a “sports family” sports seem to be forever in our future.
And I’m okay with that.
I LOVE watching my kids play sports.
Reagan is a beast. He is as passionate on the court and field as he is in everything else. God has wired him 440 and the way he plays sports is no different.
Max on the other hand is more timid on the court. He, unfortunately, inherited my lack of self confidence when it comes to, well…everything. As soon as he gets the ball, he gets rid of it. Even if it is to the other team. But God love him, he tries. He definitely gets an A for effort. And in the last basketball game of this year he took two 3 point shots. He came so close!
Coming back from a golf practice session he asked in the car the other day, “Mom, will I ever be good at anything?”
My heart broke.
I took a deep breath and said, “Well honey, you may not be naturally good at sports, but you’re great at other things.”
No surprise, he didn’t believe me.
I told him that if he enjoys sports, he may just have to work a little harder at making it happen.
I thought back to my YEARS of dance and the millions of dollars my mom spent.
I LOVED dance.
I love to perform.
But looking back I realize that I wasn’t that great. My heart was in it and by George I enjoyed myself.
Same with volleyball.
I loved playing volleyball my high school career.
Again, I wasn’t great at it.
What I was great at was cheering and encouraging everyone else on the team.
I was loud and proud.
Karate as an adult. Again, I didn’t set any belt tests on fire. Chuck Norris never called me to congratulate my forms.
But I did however earn an Advanced Green belt at 39 weeks pregnant.
And learn how to accept a compliment from someone.
I consider those major wins.
So what do you tell the kid who’s not good at sports in a world where your identity is how athletic you are?
You tell them to do it anyway.
There aren’t any college scouts knocking down the door but what percentage of the kids who ARE super talented will play in college or beyond anyway?
I’ll tell them to find what you are good at and do it with all your heart.
In every situation.
Do it with a heart full of love and passion.
Will I go crazy when my kid makes the shot? Heck yes.
Will I show up to every game no matter how painful? You bet.
Would I pay $100 for Max to quit sports altogether and focus his attention on other things? Probably yes. 🙂
But when it all becomes a god above Christ?
It’s. Got. To. Go.
I see a lot of kids living out their parent’s dreams on the field.
And when I see kids acting a fool on the court or the field over a bad call?
I don’t call that passion.
I call it disrespect.
I call it being a brat.
I call it being dishonorable to God.
No bad call or injustice in a game is reason to act that way.
And in the light of eternity, it’s not going to matter if you win the middle school championship game.
This life is a blip.
Eternity is millions of years.
What will matter is if you love Jesus.
And if you love others.
Love even the opponent.
And *gasp* the ref…
And what we have decided to do is to encourage our kids into their gifts.
To try their hardest along the way, to have fun, and reflect Jesus Christ in everything they do.
Nothing. Else. Matters.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.