A whole lot of lasts.....
I am in the season of lasts right now...last kid in his senior year, experiencing his last basketball season, last home game with a team with which he has played his heart out, last time cheering in the stands, last time watching him shoot a three under pressure.... a whole lot of lasts.
And that can make a mama weepy.
The other day, I was eating lunch, contemplating how my son's heart must feel, knowing these lasts are here. I put myself in his shoes, knowing that time is literally running out on his basketball career. And I cried.... I cried thinking about how he will feeling as he hears the national anthem for the last time, wrap arms around teammates for the last time, leave his all on the court for the last time.
But you see, I didn't actually put myself in his shoes...I put him in mine.
I figured since I was stuck focusing on the "lasts" that he would be too. But I'm wrong....thankfully, I am very wrong.
You see, for him, this isn't the end. This is the beginning of a new chapter. He's got plans and goals that reach far past that three point line that he knows so well. He's got his eye on more than that orange hoop. And getting through these lasts means that the next is just about to start.
And he's ready. He made it clear in his typical 18-year-old-boy-of-few-words that yes, he's ready.
I can learn a lot from this kid. He's not focusing on the end; he's ready for the beginning. He's learned amazing lessons on that wood floor- about teamwork, about trust, about feeling the shot and about perseverance. Those lessons don't end just because the season does. Those lessons will stay with him through the seasons of life yet to come.
So as I watch that time tick away, I know the final buzzer isn't the final buzzer. Keep playing your game kid- You've been amazing to watch over the years. And I'll keep watching as you focus on the future victories yet to come, off the court this time. Thanks for teaching me about loving what was, while still being hopeful for what's to come.
And that can make a mama weepy.
The other day, I was eating lunch, contemplating how my son's heart must feel, knowing these lasts are here. I put myself in his shoes, knowing that time is literally running out on his basketball career. And I cried.... I cried thinking about how he will feeling as he hears the national anthem for the last time, wrap arms around teammates for the last time, leave his all on the court for the last time.
But you see, I didn't actually put myself in his shoes...I put him in mine.
I figured since I was stuck focusing on the "lasts" that he would be too. But I'm wrong....thankfully, I am very wrong.
You see, for him, this isn't the end. This is the beginning of a new chapter. He's got plans and goals that reach far past that three point line that he knows so well. He's got his eye on more than that orange hoop. And getting through these lasts means that the next is just about to start.
And he's ready. He made it clear in his typical 18-year-old-boy-of-few-words that yes, he's ready.
I can learn a lot from this kid. He's not focusing on the end; he's ready for the beginning. He's learned amazing lessons on that wood floor- about teamwork, about trust, about feeling the shot and about perseverance. Those lessons don't end just because the season does. Those lessons will stay with him through the seasons of life yet to come.
So as I watch that time tick away, I know the final buzzer isn't the final buzzer. Keep playing your game kid- You've been amazing to watch over the years. And I'll keep watching as you focus on the future victories yet to come, off the court this time. Thanks for teaching me about loving what was, while still being hopeful for what's to come.
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