Oh what a weekend!!

I knew it was going to be a busy one...  and we didn't even make it to the first baseball practice!!

and it was!

Saturday morning Tristan had his ISEE test. He was miserable. It's our 4th year in a row and he is just done. I'm done, we're done/

He finally got out... said he blew it and I asked if he did his best. He said yes.  But he was confused.  I asked again... DID YOU DO YOUR BEST!?  He said yes.  And I told him "then, that's that.  We are done.  Whatever the Lord chooses for school ... He chooses."

Then, we jumped in the car and headed to his basketball game.  We knew we'd only make the last quarter.  He jumped in, no warm-up - no nothing.  We were playing Everett's school and T was FIRED UP. He scored, then played excellent D.  We are down by 3... Tristan goes up for a 3-POINTER and BAM!  Makes it. EVERYONE loses it.  INSANE. In the last 2 seconds, the other school makes a basket and we lose by two.

Don't care.  I am one proud mom!!  He showed up.  After a very hard day and all he had to give was 4 minutes of his heart. AND HE DID!!!

We headed home.. reveled for a minute and moved on.  

Had a soccer game and he played his heart out in that too. He slept well last night, that's for sure.

This morning, we woke up and he guest played with Everett on the other soccer team.

About 15 seconds left in the game...we are up 1-0...

WE WIN.  He saved the game.  

his coach pulled him aside and thanked him for the save (in front of the team) but turned to me and to Tristan after all had walked away and he said...

"he is a VERY unselfish player. I am so very thankful for that." Tristan smiled, my eyes welled up. I knew what that meant. I explained to T on the way home. And with tears in his eyes, he nodded.  He understands, his heart showed.  His protective spirit showed.  It was his CHARACTER that meant most to this coach and to me.  He was humbled and it was beautiful.

We went home, I ran errands, he played video games.  Happy little guy!

Found out basketball playoff game was 7pm tonight! UGH!  We are tired!  But.. don't care.. we show up!

They are KILLING us for most of the game.  Everett is playing D like nobody's business.  Grayson is finally killing that scoreboard...

and we are tied... until this... clip is too long so I have to post a snippet...

SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!  And then, 30 seconds later, we win.

now off to the playoffs next weekend!

Ya Ya Tracy is proud!  My parents are SO proud. I am in tears.

Great coaches (Denny Holman & John West), great boys!!

And let me be clear... my son did NOT win these games. I said to all of them as they are patting him on the back.  YOU WIN AS A TEAM, YOU LOSE AS A TEAM. Tristan is part of the team, he is not THE team.  Without every choice, every effort, every ounce of sweat his "fun plays" just wouldn't have been that big of a deal. My son did an amazing job.  Seriously a hattrick of awesomeness (if that's a word) but he is very emotional, very caring, leave EVERYTHING on the field teammate.

And me... I'm just a mom in the stands, cheering on my son who leaves it all on the field and the court.  But I want you to know Tristan if you walked away from all of it tomorrow to be a butterfly catcher or play the harmonica... I'd be the biggest cheerleader for that to.

I am SO PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE and it really doesn't have anything to do with WHAT you do.  That's just the icing on the cake.

My heart is full.  Every time he leaves the court of the field and he hugs me.  Every time he looks to the sidelines for encouragement or with a heart of pride... I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN. You amaze me and I've never been more proud.  Fight well buddy, be the best version of Christ that you can be.  I know you will always land on all fours. 

I love you so much.  Mom

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