These past three months both Jack and Will have been playing basketball.
This has been three months of daily practices and dual games.
I haven't seen this much basketball since my brother, Chris, got access
to ESPN in high school.
I have developed a sports ulcer.....as soon as one of my sons steps
out on the court a great nervous energy begins to eat away at my insides.
I find myself wanting to stare at the gym floor or watch the clock rather than
watching the children play.
And then of course I yell things out. Because I have no control over myself.
The children have pleaded with me, "Mom, please be quiet."
There is a great well of longing in their eyes.
But apparently, even though I am nervous, I am highly invested in what goes
on on the court and I must give a running commentary.
I yell out things like, "Get your rebounds!" and "Nice try!" and "Pay attention!"
When things go poorly I have been known to say things like,
And of course, there is a lot of raw emotion when one of the players is
trying so desperately to do well and he can't and I give a resounding,
"Oh, bless his heart."
Scott told me during one game,
"Stop blessing his heart...his mom is sitting right over there. She can hear you."
I also cheer loudly. According to Addison, I am loud clapper when things go well.
"Mom, you are hurting my ears." I told him he can find another seat if my
joy is too loud for him.
I think the boys are glad that the season is over.
Scott was joking with them the other day about me.
"What else do you hear mom say when you are on the court?"
Jack piped up with, "Sweet mercy!" and Will followed with
"Oh, help him, help him!"
Clearly, I need a more relaxing way to spend my afternoons.
I think I'll encourage the boys to take up cross-stitch.