Ever since the day he was born, my son has had a basketball in close proximity. As he grew he has had adjustable goals perfect for whatever stage he was in during his life.
As a coach’s son it only makes sense that he practices all the time. In fact there is at least one type of sports ball flying through my living room every night. Of course, it’s only fitting that the only one who has ever broken anything was me…go figure!!!
This very evening, as I sit here and type, I am watching my son mimic plays his daddy shows him on the television. ESPN or FSSW is blaring on the tv and in any given minute Monkey yells ” whoa Dad, did you see that” or “yeah baby” then ball in hand, he mirrors the player’s moves and executes with perfection, this coming from his mom, yet so true!
Recently, I have signed him up for his first year in organized sports and my heart feels as if is going to burst with pride. It’s in his blood….the competition, the playing and practicing until he is past exhaustion. I see no video games in his future. He is all about the action. He is all about the feeling of a basketball or football or club in his hand.
I am ready for many years of sports. And it may be too soon to tell, but Bugs is quickly following in her brother’s footsteps!