Thank you.
I can still hear that basketball pounding on the kitchen floor. The living room. They were learning to talk and dribble at the same time. They would carry you EVERYWHERE with them.
Thank you.
For keeping my boys wrapped up safe on your wooden court. For teaching them about the sweet joy of winning and also the painful experience of losing knowing that you will continue to play another day.
Thank you.
For Giving them friends for life, where they gained new brothers connected by the magic on that court and the endless pursuit of making it into the hoop.
Thank you.
For teaching them that even if you miss the shot, and make mistakes the game must go on! Learning that its best not to dwell on the mistakes but bettter to pivot and uncover a new way to reach your goal.
Thank you.
For protecting them during the teen years, keeping them engulfed in being close to you. With a ball, by a hoop at a game. Just to make you proud. Those early 6am morning practices, the late night games and travel. There was no time for distractions.
Thank you.
For those countless road trips, hours spent on the road just to play with you. This gift of quality time with them as teenagers, will never be forgotten. We were trapped on the road together and that time I treasure immensely.
You were their first love. A love so great, a love spent over the seasons of childhood, adolescence and now they are adults and still in the pursuit of the dream you offered.
I know they will always love you and I will too.
A Mother. A fan for life.
