Sunday, March 16, 2008


I was always the kid who was chosen last in gym. "You've got Adena." Ugh. It was humiliating.

But somehow, the combination of my genes with those of my husband's have spawned an athlete.

My 8-1/2 year old son has coordination, strength, grace, perseverance, and a competitive spirit. He's truly athletic! Maybe he won't be a professional baseball player, as he hopes, but he's pretty darned good.

Soccer, basketball, baseball, football...he's actually pretty good at all of them.

This weekend, his basketball team won the town championship for 1st and 2nd grade boys!


Not 1 trophy, but 2!

1 comment:

nachtwache said...

As parents we feel for our children, it's great if we can be happy for them!
In gym I often was team captain and got to choose my team mates. I felt bad for the kids that weren't good in gym and would get chosen last, so I would alternate between the coveted players and the ones usually left for last, that way they got chosen before the very end and I still got good players too. I'd just play a little harder. Often we'd win. :)