During a game, when things got confusing or hyped up, she would kind of step back and become more of a spectator, than a player. At one point her coach, who was wonderfully positive and patient, said “Jordan, go for the orange thing." His comment cracked me up, because let's face it, along with a boat-load more internal frustration, I was thinking the same exact thing.
Jordan would practice shooting in our driveway for long periods of time, especially the day of a game. Before one particular game, she and Kayla were both practicing together. I knew nothing good could come from this, but I let nature take its course and hoped for the best. I can count on one hand the number of times our family game nights, family bike rides, and supposedly-fun local day trips, did not end with at least one miserable, angry, sobbing Beck family member, whether adult or child.
Kayla was a very aggressive player. She played fair, but when it came to defense, she was quick and relentless; like a shadow. Apparently Kayla's shadow-power took its toll on Jordan, so much so, that she pushed Kayla. Hard. Kayla went flying forward, and hit the ground.
Believe me, I understand competitiveness. I get that level of anger and the fulfilling feeling of retribution, but it needs to be done within the rules of the sport. Don't tell anyone, but I was somewhat impressed that Jordan entered into this new level of athleticism. I secretly hoped it would resurface during an actual game. But being the equitable, involved parents that we were, we felt the need to make one simple request; Jordan was asked to admit to pushing Kayla, and to apologize for doing it.
And when I say we made a simple request, I actually mean we had the nerve to ask a torturous, "how dare you", almost-humanly-impossible request.
Here we go again.
Thank you.
Us Too
Kayla was a very aggressive player. She played fair, but when it came to defense, she was quick and relentless; like a shadow. Apparently Kayla's shadow-power took its toll on Jordan, so much so, that she pushed Kayla. Hard. Kayla went flying forward, and hit the ground.
Believe me, I understand competitiveness. I get that level of anger and the fulfilling feeling of retribution, but it needs to be done within the rules of the sport. Don't tell anyone, but I was somewhat impressed that Jordan entered into this new level of athleticism. I secretly hoped it would resurface during an actual game. But being the equitable, involved parents that we were, we felt the need to make one simple request; Jordan was asked to admit to pushing Kayla, and to apologize for doing it.
And when I say we made a simple request, I actually mean we had the nerve to ask a torturous, "how dare you", almost-humanly-impossible request.
Here we go again.
Thank you.
Us Too
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