I came away from that experience silently satisfied... knowing that sports... as parents or athletes... don't make or break us. It's life and how we live that counts. Our kids can make us even more proud by who they are and how they live. I am so proud of my children. I hope I'm cheering enough and I pray they can hear me... even when they want me to keep quiet. I look forward to discovering more of what God has in store for them in real life... who they were born to be and who they are destined to become.
Know this... I never stayed in my seat when they made a great play or crossed a finish line... and I'm not about to start doing that now. I don't have a player number to wear anymore which is kind of a bummer. I'll just have to keep my pride in check... and try not to embarrass them. I'll be quiet and discreet. After all... I want them to want me around... not dread my being there.
Scripturally Speaking x 3
3 Behold, children are a gift of the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
14 Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
6 Train up a child in the way he should go,
Even when he is old he will not depart from it.