Inspired
Someone recently said that those with blogs are narcissistic. After consulting Webster’s I began to ponder just that theory. I hope that my blog does not come across in that manner and if it does, there is always your freedom not to visit or read. For me, this blog is an outlet of sorts. A place where things that so inspire me to think and feel can be expressed. I don’t write about my daily life, I don’t publish personal information or a play-by-play of my life. I don’t post my picture or promote myself as something I am not. I do however, write about those things that get under my skin enough that I find myself mulling over the events and the emotion that cause such inspiration. For me, the simple act of recreating that feeling in such a manner that I can relive it again when I choose to reminisce, revisit and reread allows me to release it from my being and move on to the next significant event. Life is about the ‘feelings’ that you experience with each new day and the joy you can create for yourself and those around you.
Today, however, my thoughts are consumed by this joy and exhilaration I experienced last night as I watched my son shine. More confirmation that truly caring about others can bring joy to your core when they succeed. My son is 9 and is on his first basketball team. He has talent; only he has intimidation that takes over. He always says “why can’t I just play street ball?”. See, in street ball, nobody is watching, there are no refs, nobody gets a foul and there are not all those rules and boundaries.
Last night was his time to shine. Something happened to him, of which I am sure even he cannot explain. It just clicked and he finally got it. He played point guard and got 8 rebounds, 3 assists and made his first 2 points. I erupted and looked to the coach sitting directly across the court only to see him doing the same. Ear to ear, two fists up and a yell of pride in my boy. We all knew he could do it, and now he knows too. I want nothing more from this season. I will sit through the remainder of the games as I have done with all the ones before not missing a one cause what is important to those I love, is important to me by default. A good day indeed.
Today, however, my thoughts are consumed by this joy and exhilaration I experienced last night as I watched my son shine. More confirmation that truly caring about others can bring joy to your core when they succeed. My son is 9 and is on his first basketball team. He has talent; only he has intimidation that takes over. He always says “why can’t I just play street ball?”. See, in street ball, nobody is watching, there are no refs, nobody gets a foul and there are not all those rules and boundaries.
Last night was his time to shine. Something happened to him, of which I am sure even he cannot explain. It just clicked and he finally got it. He played point guard and got 8 rebounds, 3 assists and made his first 2 points. I erupted and looked to the coach sitting directly across the court only to see him doing the same. Ear to ear, two fists up and a yell of pride in my boy. We all knew he could do it, and now he knows too. I want nothing more from this season. I will sit through the remainder of the games as I have done with all the ones before not missing a one cause what is important to those I love, is important to me by default. A good day indeed.
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