Our whole basketball conversation sounded like it was the perfect mother-daughter moment, didn't it? Plus in her next game, Jordan kicked butt by making three baskets and playing very aggressively. Whether our discussions were love-filled and calm, or angry and dysfunctional, we could tell she almost always "heard" us, and had taken what we said to heart.
The thing is, although I made sure to positively mention how she had the ability and skills, I also brought up the fact that if she continued to play, eventually there would be team cuts. Nice. Tell a child who worries about everything, to think far into her future about something she may or may not have control over. Cringe.
I also added the small (probably unnecessary) fact, that she and I were very different in this respect. Was my hidden meaning, I was a good athlete, and she wasn't? Again, why? I never even played basketball. I excelled at my chosen sports (soccer and running) strictly because of speed and strength. Any sports involving coordination or skill, would have completely kicked my butt. One might even say. they would have overwhelmed me.
Sometimes it was, and still is, hard for me to zip it. I guess it's a good thing that today, Jordan has no problem putting me in my place, in the rare occurrence that it's necessary. ;)