There is joy in losing

There is joy in losing

Tonight I once again showed up for my kids as they played volleyball. Something that weighed heavily on me was when one of them called me their lucky charm. I know I don’t have any such ability. I showed up to move our kids and win or lose show them. I was in their corner.

it had been a rough day and I really wanted to hibernate at home and not go out. But I had promised them and they have been working so hard. So, Joe and I went to the game and got there in a good rainstorm. The kids were all soaked, laughing and practicing.

I have a hard time following the game, but more and more I am learning what is going on. The sister of two of the players was kind enough to tell me some of what was happening so I could better understand. What I loved more than anything these kids and their support of each other. The game wasn’t going as they wanted it to. However, they never stopped supporting each other, laughing with each other and cheering their team on. After the game they were all smiles and still dripping wet. They are a life lesson to be lived.

How much to fight?

How much to fight?

I don't understand

I don't understand