I had a feeling it was in there. Ready to bubble up to the surface.
The coaching from the sidelines.
The ‘reminders’ of what the real coach wants…you know, things like ‘keep your hands up! And ‘get back on defense!’
Did I mention the yelling?
Then, somewhere during game 1, I realized I was yelling too much but I couldn’t stop.
I vowed I would try harder the next game. I really did. I even promised my MOTHER I would stop yelling so much. And she heard the video I took of the first game. She knows.
Except. Um… Well:
My baby girl scored her first basket. And ANOTHER shortly after that one!
To be fair, I wasn’t quiet before the baskets. In fact, I’m pretty certain other parents were talking about me.
But…BUT…I am never negative. Never. I cheer on the other team too. I just… um… give a bit of direction?
I don’t know what to do short of duct tape over my mouth for the next game. I really don’t.
I played basketball for too long and I want to help her out too much to just SHUT UP. But then again, shutting up is probably what WILL help her most. Maybe.
What? Someone has to tell her to shoot!