12.19.06
I went to see dribblers tonight…
What’s dribbler, you ask? It is a school program for little kids (all under 5th grade, I think). They work on basic basketball ball handling skills and make a little routine out of it to show between periods of high school basketball games. My son thought it sounded fun and signed up. This was the first one I have been to and they only perform twice. Two things struck me about it. First and foremost was the sheer number of kids who were in this. The woman who was in charge of this should be sainted. She works with these kids, and I’m talking about between 80-100, and they LISTEN to her! I was stunned.
The second point was how well my son did. For those few of you who know me, you know I’m a hockey fan. I grew up playing back yard pond hockey. I loved it, and continue to love the sport. The school my son attends has no ice, much less a hockey program. Now, the even fewer of you who can say that they’ve played basketball with me, will recognize this statement, paraphrased by Josh (sorry, I forget your last name) while playing in college; “There’s no body checking in basketball!” Yes, I tended to turn basketball into some form of iceless hockey and would push my way around the court. I had no ball handling skills at all, but I could easily knock you hard enough to jar the ball loose. I’m awful at basketball.
My son, from tonight’s performance, isn’t.
He’d sit there and do his dribbling skills and LOOK AROUND! If I take my eyes off of the ball for a second, it’s gone! He really enjoyed himself while doing it too.
It makes me stop and ask big questions, like, what else is he going to be good at? What do I do that he might stink at when he’s my age (if anything)? What do I absolutely slaughter when I try to do it that he will be brilliant?
It just reminds me that while he may look like me, he’s not me. He’s his own little guy and always will be…
Rhys
PS. Merry Christmas all!