When I was 9 years old my Mom and Dad decided their oldest (thats me) should play sports. Now, if you and I are just meeting you will quickly learn I am NOT a sports guy. I don't like it, I don't know anything about it NOR do I enjoy it! The season was just as bad as you can imagine IF NOT WORSE! The Plano Pirates ended the season without one win. Besides the one accidental catch from me at shortstop the season was Booooring. I was glad it was over, but I was sad I could not deliver. Not just for my team or me, but for my parents. I guess seeing teams celebrate with a big trophy held high over their head had me wanting to experience that, and I think my mom knew that. We didn't have much money when I was growing up, but one of the many memories I have is going to garage sales and finding really cool things I might be able to take home. I found this old ball with a crack in it, and in some weird way it was exactly what I was looking for. I picked it up and handed it to my mom. There was no questions asked....she went and paid for it.
I still have this trophy and I look at it everyday. It is a daily reminder to me there is nothing wrong with wanting, getting or finding your "trophy" in life. Every thing we experience, we do and work hard at can and should be rewarded. Not that we won over someone else, but we showed up, we fought and we tried. I now know my mom knew as she handed that man the money that this indeed was much more. This was not just a "prize" but a lesson. When I look at my little "trophy" now I see love, great memories and a mom who would do anything for me while teaching me I didn't have to win to reward myself, but to be proud I showed up and fought (even though I hated ever minute of it. HA!). I guess I am happy they made me do it.
This is my trophy, but as I have grown up I realize my real trophy is my precious mamma who continues to love and support me every single day!