Since you love sports so much right now, I decided to sign you up for a class at the YMCA, called "All Sports". I was very nervous about it. I was worried you would be too aggressive for the other kids. I was worried you would always hog the ball. I was worried you would have a total meltdown if you lost a game, or missed a goal. I wasn't being very optimistic, was I? Good thing I don't have to put a penny in "Mr. Negative Pig" for negative thoughts!
Turns out, I didn't need to spend my time doing all that worrying. You loved the All Sports class, and I loved watching you. Unfortunately, I had a "mommy brain" moment, and forgot to take you to the first class (again... sorry!), so you missed Soccer. You were sick for Flag Football. You got to try Kickball, Tee ball, Basketball, and Hockey.
These are the things I want to remember...
*How adorable you and the other kids looked doing the stretching exercises.
*Your funny version of jumping jacks.
*For Tee ball week, the way all of you would run like maniacs after the ball, and pile on top of it, no matter where on the field it was hit.
*The time all of the boys were piled in a heap, fighting over what you thought was the ball, when the one and only girl in the class, suddenly popped up beside the heap with the ball!
*How happy you were that "Daddy" and "Mi-Mi" and "Bubba" came to see you at the last class.
*How excited you were about making baskets, getting hits, and getting the goal!
I was proud of how hard you tried, and yes, I was happy when you did well. My absolute favorite and most proud moment, though, was when you congratulated someone else for making a goal. That is what it is all about. That is why I want you to play sports, and why I spend the money for classes. More than anything else I want you to learn to be a good teammate. You're off to a great start.
I love you,