Battling it out on Varsity

I see you struggling. I see you finding your way and seeing how and if you fit. I see your heart and I also see you fighting to care. To put in the work. And it slays me because I can't do it FOR you, and you don't want to hear what I think.  I'm trying to shut my mouth... I'm trying to be there "if you need me" and be ok because you tell me you don't.

Teammates that you barely know rally around you... and you are trying to make sense of it.

You are young.

But this is a godly coach, you CARES and I know I have left you in great hands.

My journey isn't your journey. I can only pray that what happened to me on the turf, happens to you - tenfold.

Play it because you love it, not because I did.

Play it so that THIS means everything to you.  This trains you to be a man. This trains you for business meetings and relationships and friendship. This gets you through the hard days.

I can't force you or convince you to work hard and give it all you've got.

But I see it in you.

And I'm proud.  Lord, give me wisdom to parent him. To love him.  To shut my mouth (I need A LOT of wisdom and self control here). To get out of Your way, and mold him. I feel like the biggest failure most days. Protect him. Watch over him. Speak to his soul.  I'm not his Savior, help me to rest and know I'm doing the best I can as his mom.  Amen.

These days are shaping your life, and someday, I'll get to say.. "I told you so"...

And we will both smile.