It was a big week for us, you started basketball this week. It's your first sport ever! Up until now you have always told me that you don't want to play sports, you want to be the coach with the whistle. I get that. Mommy likes to be the boss too.
I want to take a minute to tell you how beautiful you are. I know, someday when you are a man this is probably the last thing you want me shouting to the world, but mommy is a hippie. I can't help it. First I'll tell you the things your Daddy probably wants to be written in your history. You show great potential, you made sure you were using proper form, you showed great respect to your coach and listened. You didn't give up even when you were tired.
It was only your first day. You were not the fastest. You had trouble dribbling, and when it was your turn to take a shot at the basket, you didn't come close. Now, here's what I want you to know. None of that matters. None of that will ever matter. Here is what does....You had a blast, you got to play with your best friend. Your sister was on the sidelines cheering you on, as was your Auntie B. your cousin Levi and your #1 fan, me. Each time you ran down the court you looked back at me. Sometimes you would wave, sometimes you would blow me kisses, a couple of times I got the 'thumbs up' and my favorite, once, you shouted "I love you mommy!"
and son, that's how I know that the same blood that runs through me, runs through you too!
p.s. I can't wait for tee-ball!