By Gwen
My son is trying out for the school basketball team. He’s in the 8th grade, has played basketball for 7 years, off an on, for different leagues. He is nearly 6 feet tall, skinny as a rail, and the kid can play. I know, I’m his mother, but I really wouldn’t encourage him as much as I do unless I knew he had skills.
So he made the first round of cuts. And as I waited in the school parking lot for him to come out of the gym, my stomach did flips and I found myself chewing on my nails. But he made it through. One more round of cuts to go.
I think I’m driving him nuts with the “It’s okay if you don’t make it, honey. We are so proud of you for getting this far,” and the “Just try out as though you’re already on the team. Be confident,” and the “Don’t let anything stop you. Just do your best. Don’t give up…”
Okay, I KNOW I’m driving him nuts because he did the “Yah, Yah, Mom, I know. You told me a hundred times already.”
When I hear myself encourage him to “go for it” and “never give up,” I feel a certain sense of hypocricy. DO I believe in him. Oh, absolutely. But I wonder if I “walk the walk,” with my own life dreams and passions.
As a writer, I talk the talk. I share tips with other writers, words of encouragement, and I write. But do I believe completely in my own skills? Not always. Not enough.
Where my son sees his competition — the kid that can dribble like a pro — and automatically starts to doubt his own abilities as a player, I read an article published by a fellow writer and automatically compare my own writing to theirs — and in those moments, I don’t feel quite good enough to be part of their team.
So the final cuts may be announced today, and if he doesn’t make the team, I will be right there encouraging him to keep practicing, try again next year, never give up. And maybe those words will inspire my inner voice (the nasty wench that she is) to be a little easier on me.
You can read more of Gwen’s writing at A Life Less Ordinary. Gwen Morrison also has a novel published titled Ivy: The Story of a Friendship which can be purchased at our Imperfect Women Bookstore.









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13 Responses to On The Team
Wow, can I relate to this piece! Both as a mom and just as a human being who often doubts myself (and I know I am not alone in that regard).
It is such a tricky balance between encouraging our kids and letting them know that not making it/failure/whatever-you-want-to-call-it IS a part of life and the sooner you learn to put disappointments in perspective and move on to the next challenge, the better off you will be. Easier said than done though (especially when the disappointments are not our own, but our kids).
Regarding the comparing ourselves to others, that is something I see my own daughter do and it drives me crazy because it is so counter-productive and a waste of energy. If I am honest, however, I think I know where she gets it from….
Gwen, thanks for a thoughtful piece. I really enjoy your writing.
I hope he made the team.
My kids all play sports and I can totally relate to the pressures we feel as parents to give our kids balance. I have an 8th grade daughter, she plays on 2 different select basketball teams that she had to tryout for and she plays on the school team, she goes through the tryout/cuts process just knowing she will make the A team and she has for the last 2 years. She has also played volleyball in middle school and its completely different for her, she isn’t great at it but she tries very hard. In 7th grade she was on the A team, rarely played, didn’t learn a single thing, in 8th grade she was on the B team and was very upset because we all want to be on the A team. She wanted to quit but thats not allowed in our family, after the season got started she realized she fit in better on the B team and got to play a lot, she was able to really work on the things she wasn’t good at and ended up being a pretty good volleyball player.
Anya, thanks for your kind word~and, yes, he did make the team (after all that). And the coach told him that one of the main reasons he chose him for the final team is because he gave 110% AND he had ‘heart.’ Point? If you have a passion for something — whether it’s sports or writing — it shows.
I am glad your son made the team, Gwen. Both of my sons played sports all of their lives and as a family we derived so much pleasure from it. I had a few of those moments with my sons that you describe in your post. Boys never want to hear, “It is ok if you don’t make Varsity, you will get more playing time on JV.” They feel like that is saying it is ok to be second best. But as a mom I said many similar lines thinking I was being encouraging and was greeted with disapproving looks or moans. For some reason, I just kept saying them.
My oldest son played high school basketball. He was never the best player on the team but probably was the hardest working player on the team. In his senior year he did receive an award for being the hardest working player on the team. He was fortunate to play high school basketball with a teammate who now plays in the NBA and signed for a very large sum several years ago. I think playing along with someone that was that talented motivated him to even work harder.
Gwen, CONGRATULATIONS! I just went on this thread and was going to ask if you had received the news – good timing on my part.
I am so happy for you and to hear that one of the reasons your son made the team was because of his heart – that is something any mom would LOVE to hear.
So happy for you! Happy Thanksgiving.
Gwen, so glad all that hard worked paid off for your son. I know we always want that happy ending for them.
stxmom, I remember before that you talked about your children in sports and the busy schedule. Thanks for sharing your daughter’s experience of being on the B team for volleyball. That disappointment is rough, especially when they are trying so hard. Just being able to play more would make it more fun. Smart parents to not let her quit.
It’s so important to teach them how to handle a loss and to keep on going.
Had to share one last tidbit of news. After weeks of practicing (his heart out!), the coach put is putting Dylan in tomorrow as a starter! The reason, the coach told him, “Effort.” Simple. When they did sprints after an hour and a half of drills, Dylan was the first to finish. When the coach said, “Run,” Dylan ran the hardest. I am so proud of him, and so happy that his coach saw that he was doing his very best and that he deserved this position on the team. It sends my son, and all the other players on the team, the right message. IF you want something bad enough, nothing will stop you.
Gwen, this is WONDERFUL NEWS!
Congrats to Dylan from all of us at ImperfectWomen!!!!
It’s so good to hear news about Dylan. That’s exciting and you should be so proud. All of your son’s hard work is supported by your faith in him. Here’s to a great season and especially to Dylan starting!
Congratulations to Dylan and Kudos to his coach! I love it when kids can see that a good work ethic will get you positive results even if they are not immediate.
Thanks all! We are very excited and yes, KUDOS to the coach for rewarding him for his hard work. The other boy, who assumed he was going to start (who was a slacker at all practices) will surely learn from this as well. Hard work does pay off! Thanks ladies for your kind words of support. I will check in and tell you how it all went!
Great news!! Let us know how the 1st game goes.
Well, I didn’t cry — much, when they called my son’s name and he ran through the “tunnel” of cheerleaders onto the court, crowd cheering, girls screaming…Not much. I am still replaying the evening in my mind. I know he is, too. It was a great game. The team played so well together. And the final score: Our team 51; “other team” 27!
Go Bears!