There is a teenage boy at our house whose number one love is basketball.
This weekend one of his basketball dreams came true in the barn.
Hunter is working this summer, earning a “real” paycheck in our family business in between days of daily baseball practice and numerous games a week. But he wants to be shooting baskets any other minute he can when he isn’t working or playing baseball. So Nathan and he cut a deal on a high end basket that he is helping earn with his paycheck.
Together they spent hours yesterday putting it together and Hunter now has his own basketball hoop in our new building which Hunter has fondly named “the barn”.
Some barns are full of hay and livestock. At the present time, this particular barn is full of insulation bales for upcoming building projects through our family business.
Hunter has big dreams like any typical teenage boy.
We don’t know where his dreams will lead but he is learning discipline, hard work and multiple life lessons through sports.
For now his dreams are big in the barn while playing basketball.
Standing on the scaffolding he got a good view of what it will be like “throwing it down” (dunking) as he said.
The scaffolding is down now. But he hasn’t left the barn. He told us earlier today, “Anytime you need to find me, you’ll know I’m in the barn playing basketball. It’s my new favorite hang out, even better than my hang out in the basement.”
Rather than Hunter playing videos games in his spare time, Nathan and I couldn’t be more happy than to see Hunter’s excitement for basketball in the barn.
Hunter’s zeal has reminded me of my goals and dreams as a teenager. I worked hard. Many came true. The dreams and results ended different than I expected but nevertheless, it was all worth dreaming for and working towards. Those dreams I had as a teenager built me into who I am today.
Dream big. In the barn. On the prairie. Or wherever life has you. Dream big.