Back in January, Jack started playing his first season of basketball. He was really excited; I was incredibly nervous. I wasn't sure how well he would get the concept or if running up and down the court would get old or boring for him.
By the end of the season, I was very wrong. I watched him get a rebound, run down the court and score on a lay-up. I was so speechless I almost forgot to clap and cheer. I watched him pass the ball and be a team player instead of always worrying about ME....ME....ME.
I believe that one of the things that helped Jack along was that Daddy agreed to be the assistant coach. I think he really liked having Daddy right thee on the bench with him.
Jack was however most excited about his end of season trophy. He didn't know he would receive a "participation" trophy. But to Jack it was a trophy nonetheless. I had to laugh when I came home and saw it, he carried it around for two days. I finally had to tell him to put it down and leave it somewhere or he would lose it. I only had to say it once and the trophy found a home on his dresser.
But not before I snapped a few pictures of it.
At the end of the last game Jack's coach passed out some forms for a summer basketball camp. It is just for a week and close to the house, before we arrived home Jack asked if he could go. Yes, we will be signing him up.
Before he sees anymore basketball action in about two weeks he and Katie will begin spring soccer. I never really saw myself as a soccer mom, guess I was wrong.
TTFN~
