Bumps and Bruises

Bumps and bruises. This is what is all over my body after the annual mother/daughter basketball game. It's tradition that at the end of each basketball season we host a mother/daughter----father/son basketball game. Every year I pray with all my heart and I mean every single fiber of it, that they forget about it and NOT have it. Why can't someone say...oops, it slipped our minds. However, my girls would die if that happened, they love it.
You see, basketball has been and continues to be a HUGE part of all 3 of the girls lives. They love playing the game and are good at it. I of course am the perfect basketball mom. I never miss a game, I have team sweatshirts in every style and color and very happily wear them on game day. I sit in the crowd and hoop and holler for my girls like a crazy woman....."go after that ball! REBOUND!! Shoot the ball! Don't foul!" All looks so easy when I'm sitting in the stands.
Well, let me just say, the game of basketball is down right scary and hard too!!! I'm terrified when I'm under the basket trying to rebound. There are nine other people wanting that ball and I'm like "you can have it". It's hard to dribble that ball constantly and get yourself in perfect position to shoot. I need to walk (without dribbling) to my perfect spot. Trouble is, by the time I do get there (after I have just walked) there is a girl on me, jumping up and down in my face. Do you realize how far up that hoop is? A LONG ways. And finally, I can't run up and down the gym floor one time, let alone do it for 8 minutes without wearing my Depends!!
One thing for sure, the girls didn't get their basketball talent from me. Keep up the great work girls. You all 3 are my All-Stars!