My daughter decided to try out for track and field. I have to tell you it makes me so proud. I’m so pleased that she is trying something new. I am pleased that she picked a tough sport. I did track for one season in high school and I really wish I had done more so I guess I am living vicariously through her too.
As my daughter embarks on her sports career (she is a three sport athlete right now) I am equally proud of her and equally terrified I am going to push her away from her interests. I don’t think I am a parent who feels the need to push my daughter to make her perform better and better. But sometimes I see how much potential she really has. On those occasions I try to bite my tongue and tell her if she put more effort into what she was doing she would be so much better.
For her sports is a social activity. I’ve watched her in practice, laughing, giggling, and playing around with her teammates. All the while not listening to a word that the coach is saying. It infuriates me to no end. But then I have to force myself to take a step back. She is having fun. She is out there enjoying what she is doing.
I see how talented my daughter could be if she really applied herself. If it becomes something she is truly passionate about I’m sure the talent will come out on it’s own. I just have to wait patiently for her to decide if it is something she wants. In the mean time, I just need to appreciate that she is out there playing sports.
March is one of my most favorite times of the year. This is the month of St Patrick’s day but more importantly the NCAA basketball tournament happens. I love March Madness.
Yesterday with the loss of Missouri, Duke, and Michigan State my brackets were officially busted. I loved watching these games. One of the reasons I love this tournament so much is because of the possibilities. Any of the 68 schools has a chance of winning. The powerhouse schools usually come out on top, but when a small college manages to win it keeps that dream alive.
As I was watching Lehigh handle Duke I noticed something. The body language of the Duke players told a story. These young men looked defeated. I never sensed they were playing with heart. The loss of the game didn’t seem to hurt them.
In the other games the losing teams played with heart. They held their shoulders high. You could see the determination in their faces. Michigan State and Missouri never quit playing and they believed that they would be able to score the points needed to tie or be victorious. Norfolk State and Ohio played the same way. In the end those teams won because things just went their way.
But Duke on the other hand it was a different story. It is sad when people quit before they start. Maybe Duke was resigned to the fact that they wouldn’t win the championship. Maybe it was the pressure that had mounted on them. I can’t tell you the reason why, all I can tell you is how Duke carried themselves told the whole story.
I didn’t listen to the post game interviews. I’m not sure what they said. But no words could convince me they came to play. Their body language revealed how they were feeling.
This isn’t limited to sports. Your body language gives away your secrets all the time. Be careful what you say.