Any other mamas outside remember back to when they were athletes? In my mind, I am still an athlete. But I was humbled this past weekend and freshly reminded that I am an old athlete.
I am best when I am passing the ball…which that was to another mom, our friend Nancy who was visiting with her husband Casey and their three kids. Nancy and I teamed up against Hunter, age 14 and Noah, age 9.
Hunter blocked my shot and boxed me out a few times. I threw elbows and fouled him as much as I could. I might be slow and my shot might be off but my elbows are still mighty sharp.
Nancy had way more game than me, thankfully. We held our own for awhile against our sons. Then we called in reserves.
The Dads. The dads got to work against their sons. They were huffing and puffing but proved they still have game.
I retreated to the sidelines where I am now most comfortable. In my mind I can still have an inner athlete within me that moves swiftly. But she isn’t what she used to be. My best role is now the encourager on the sidelines. I have a son who plays sports and little girls to help them find their inner athlete and develop it.
I don’t anticipate any future mid-life crisis of me trying to relive my past athletic years. I needed too much Aleve or Advil to recover from 20 minutes of pick up 2 on 2 pick up basketball to push myself to any new heights. But I was reminded why I love sports from our basketball playing this past weekend.