Lessons Learned From Sports and Sons

The scoreboard said we lost our playoff game today… but I walked off that field proud of my son and my team.

This season, my son played up with the fourth graders even though he’s only in third grade. From day one, he never used that as an excuse. He just showed up… every single time. Not one missed practice. Not one late arrival. Every drill, every rep, every huddle… he gave his full effort.

He earned his spot as a starter on offense and defense. He returned kicks and he did everything we asked and more, without ever complaining. He worked hard, listened, and played with heart every single game. That’s not something you can coach… that’s just who he is.

As his coach, I saw the growth. As his dad, I saw the love for the game and for his teammates in his eyes everytime I looked at him.

The quiet confidence that comes from knowing you’ve earned it, that is not part of his game yet… so I’ll say it for him…

He belonged here this year… and he earned every second of it. When the season ended, even in that tough loss, I realized something: stats and scores don’t define a player — character does

The One-Armed Blogger

Tonight was one of those nights where you just are happy to be close to your family. It was a long day here, but it was comforting to be able to relax a little with my oldest son before bed.

Can you still blog with only one arm?

While reading with him however, he fell asleep mid book. My arm is now trapped under him. I feel like I’m going to have to gnaw it off to escape. In case this is the last blog I write please know it’s been fun while it lasted.

Weekend Thoughts

Sometimes when things seem so increasingly impossible to handle, all it takes is one smile to change the course of a day.   

Pancakes and a smile= breakfast of champions. 

 Big boy wearing his big boy shades… first day in his front facing car seat.  

  An artist’s work is always better when it is gifted to someone special!!! Jax ❤️’s you Mima