Thank you to my guest Blogger….
Every weekend for the past several months, I’ve sat on the sidelines of my daughter’s basketball games, cheering her 4th grade team to victory. I’ve enjoyed the social aspects of the game: applauding the girls’ budding talent, getting to know the other parents and reveling in our shared experience. Who knew a custom-made FGO* lurked amid the air balls, sweat and horrible nylon uniforms? (*F–king Growth Opportunity)
For the first few games, I felt shame that my daughter wasn’t a better player; embarrassed that she wasn’t more coordinated, more talented and more willing to be within ten feet of the ball.
I implored my husband, himself a skilled basketball player, to work with her. “Please do drills with her and help her get better,” I said.
“If she wants me to work with her, I will,” Mike replied. “But I’m not going to pressure her. She’s fine exactly as…
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