Breaking Through Hoops
Years ago - maybe 2007, 2008 - I registered my son for after school
Basketball class. I thought it would be a good thing for him to learn
and burn some energy prior to coming home. He resisted at first.
Sports were not his favorite activity...partly due to his fear and perceived physical limitation since surviving cancer; and yet, I believed otherwise - such as that he can do anything...
Every time I would pick him up from practice he would feel pretty down. I would let him vent his frustration about missing the shots. At times, there were even tears and desire to quit. Two months passed, and my son had no success in making the hoops.
Sports were not his favorite activity...partly due to his fear and perceived physical limitation since surviving cancer; and yet, I believed otherwise - such as that he can do anything...
Every time I would pick him up from practice he would feel pretty down. I would let him vent his frustration about missing the shots. At times, there were even tears and desire to quit. Two months passed, and my son had no success in making the hoops.
And
then, there was the final competition with the other schools. He was soo
fearful of looking ridiculous, not being able to help his team win. I
admit at times, I would feel tired and frustrated hearing the endless
whining, and although I would find myself smiling and accepting...not
for a minute I stopped believing in him.
The day of the competition came. I met his team and gym instructor just before the “games”. I gave him a hug and told him “You will do great! Have fun!"
And here comes the moment: my son’s turn to shoot the hoop; and guess what! He nails it! And then another, another…and another. Not one missed! No exaggeration! Everyone from his school was shocked and surprised…and of course, my son too…except me! His face was glowing looking to find me in the crowd…and I was already standing up with pride
It is hard to express the intensity of my pride and joy in that moment. I admit feeling tearful as I write about it…I do remember though, I believed in that moment with my entire being…I imagined how it would feel to witness my son’s breakthrough of a limiting belief! I now know that one successful experience would help him manifest another, and another, and another…in all areas of his life if he chooses so...
This story reminds me that while sometime we don’t believe in ourselves, we fear our greatness, we fear to be seen, having others believe in us and holding our hand through our own resistance…is all it takes for a breakthrough!
💕 Blessings, Ella
The day of the competition came. I met his team and gym instructor just before the “games”. I gave him a hug and told him “You will do great! Have fun!"
And here comes the moment: my son’s turn to shoot the hoop; and guess what! He nails it! And then another, another…and another. Not one missed! No exaggeration! Everyone from his school was shocked and surprised…and of course, my son too…except me! His face was glowing looking to find me in the crowd…and I was already standing up with pride
It is hard to express the intensity of my pride and joy in that moment. I admit feeling tearful as I write about it…I do remember though, I believed in that moment with my entire being…I imagined how it would feel to witness my son’s breakthrough of a limiting belief! I now know that one successful experience would help him manifest another, and another, and another…in all areas of his life if he chooses so...
This story reminds me that while sometime we don’t believe in ourselves, we fear our greatness, we fear to be seen, having others believe in us and holding our hand through our own resistance…is all it takes for a breakthrough!
💕 Blessings, Ella
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