I've waited for this day for many years. I'm a basketball Mom! My darling Firstborn tried out for the Varsity team as a 7th grader. Our team is small, so she made the team. She has faithfully practiced and learned much. And finally, the big tournament came. I could hardly sleep the night before. I thought of my sweet dad and how he used to knock off work early and come see my practices in the ECS gym.
Firstborn was pretty nervous about playing in a game. She went to her coach and asked if this year could just be a learning year for her and next year she could maybe play in games. Her coach said something to the effect of, "Nice idea. No." (Yea for Coach!)
Because Firstborn is the tallest on her team, she had to do the tipoff. Look at her opponent!!
She played about 75% of the game. CC and I just sat there with our mouths open. We were so proud of her!
When we got home that night, we told her how shocked we were...she had her head in the game. She held her own. Her only problem was that she was just too nice. I wish you could have seen us in our kitchen that night. CC and I were blocking each other, boxing each other out in rebounds, giving a friendly shove (not a foul if done right!) as we dribbled by. Our kids sort of sat at the dinner table looking at us like aliens had landed in the house. We told her to forget everything we'd ever taught her about niceness and GET AGGRESSIVE! And well, I believe she took our advice. Once again, she started the game and played for a long time. She went after the ball. She rebounded. She knocked it away from the opposing team. She got 4 fouls. I couldn't have been more proud. Way to go, Firstborn! (She was a little upset at her 4 fouls. Her coach told her she was just doing her job!)