Quitters never prosper. And neither do their children.

We call today Crazy Thursday.  It's the day of the week that the kids have a nutso schedule.  I am usually a bit more tightly wound on these days due to the crazy.  We added a basketball game to the mix today for Jayce, and I was looking forward to watching him play. 

I played basketball through high school and have a bit of a hot streak by nature. Especially when it comes to sports.   Jayce doesn't see a whole lot of playing time.  He has played one season besides this one.  After last weeks game, I told Jason that if Jayce wasn't mad about not seeing much playing time that it was time to pull him.  After today's game, I was pretty bugged. From the stands I actually said to him while he was on the bench, "tell the coach you want in, or I will"  Yeah, I'm that mom.  So, after his whopping 3 minutes in the game we had this conversation. 

Me: Hey, you did awesome today.  How are you feeling about basketball? 
J: Good
M: So do you feel like maybe we ought to play the next session or give it a rest?
J: I want to play
M: You barely got any game time.  Do you even like playing?
J: I love basketball.  These kids have been playing for 5 or more years.  They are really good.  I just started.  I just need some more time. 

Oh. Duh. 

Flashback to my younger years.  I totally sucked at the game.  But I LOVED it.  I played as often as I could keep a ball in my hands.  And after 6 years, I remember when coach called my name to start. (First string)  I was not a starter; until that day. 

How did I develop this ridiculous thought that unless he was really good, that he should quit?  After swallowing my very large bite of humble pie, we talked about how we would work together to help him work hard and learn. 

Signed,  Parent in training.