Way to go, Stranger
At my son’s basketball game recently, he made one of those amazing shots that really doesn’t happen all too often in the seventh grade. He was so far behind the 3 point line that it should have been a 5. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he got a Gatorade shower by his teammates or if Gene Hackman did a celebratory dance in center court. Dick Vitale could have cut down the net for posterity, and Queen would have been inspired to write a new victory song.
It was that good.
And even though they didn’t win the game, it really didn’t matter. His teammates and coach congratulated him with unbridled enthusiasm. The referee gave him a genuine, “Nice shot there, son,” as he left the building. Even the parents on the opposing team gave him a pat on the back.
Although he’s probably not quite ready for the NBA, he sure walked to the car as tall as Manute Bol.
It occurred to me on that very smiley ride home that we as parents lap on the praise to our own children very generously whether it is in basketball or a wonderful report card. But do we offer that same praise to those children that aren’t our own when we witness a moment of adolescent greatness? Those good sports at the basketball game sure did.
I made the mental note then that I would be more generous with the high-fives to other children in addition to my own. I will look for those opportunities to give a little shout out to a little one. It doesn’t cost a thing, but sure is worth an awful lot.
-- Tracey Henry, Suburban Diva