This was not where any of us wanted the conversation to go, so once again, I apologized. I told her I knew she thought we didn't “get her”, but we just wanted what was best for her. With teary eyes I explained how when something hurts her, it hurts me.
She then looked at me, said she thought I needed a hug, and gave me one. Talk about maturity. She also admitted to being hungry and tired before we spoke. Maturity and self-awareness. Can you see why I love this girl?! :)
In my defense (and I assume in defense of many parents), we all want what’s best for our children. Jordan was upset, the volunteer coach was coaching in the manner he felt best, and deep down we all knew that Jordan had the coordination and skills to make baskets. There was one thing stopping her, though. Call it fear, uncertainty, lack of confidence, discomfort, Generalized Anxiety Disorder… It really didn’t matter what we called it. What was important was, because of this “disability” (which is the diagnosis), she wasn’t able to perform at the presumed, necessary skill level.
It may have taken considerable internal growth, but I can now say that I think I finally "get" what makes Jordan, Jordan.