Sport and My Mom's Wisdom

My mom isn't an athlete. I don't even think she likes sports. But sport and her patient acceptance of it saved my life.

So thanks Mom, for being you, and for giving me, David, Natalie, Andrew, Sarah, Meghan, Hannah, Melanie, and Sport so much of your love.

Dear Rachel,

I hope you play better today. But I hope more that you enjoy your play today. This might upset you but I was never really into winning or losing. I always loved watching you play, when you were just playing the game and using your own abilities, and when the object of the game is to get the ball into the goal, and you play just to get it in goal, not to add up a score but to get it into the goal. I loved the goals they always gave me chills, not because they made you win but because it is the object of the game. And just as much, I love when you are playing to keep the goals from the other team, and you work so hard to block them because it is the object of the game not because you don't want to lose. I love that too.

It is so funny I used to pray for you guys to win games or for me to win the lottery, but as I grew I realized that they weren't good prayers because if my prayers were answered it may change the outcome of a better life, but maybe losing a game or not having a ton of money makes us who we are. So now I pray to have the outcome be whatever is best for who ever is involved and I trust that we will get through it together.

Love Your Momma

Happy Birthday Mom and Happy Mother's Day. My life is what it is because of you - an absolute blessing. I love you.

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