Forever ago, a little boy asked his mom and dad
Can I play basketball?
So a ball was placed in his hands
To travel with sometimes
To dribble others
To protect from the hands of defenders
His shoelaces seemed to never stay tied
While he ran his fastest and played his hardest
He took in criticism and accolades
And his parents grew to understand
This game was his first love
And that love is shared by his best friends
The older we get the luckier we are
To close chapters and collect memories
Until the clock ticks down to zero
This is the tenth (#10) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. This post is dedicated to all Nebraska high school basketball players getting ready to enter post season play. Especially the senior players and their parents.
My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!
Written by Heidi Woodard
Right to the heart
I know. This one needed to be written just to get some of the emotions out of my head and heart.
I smell good parenting…
Nah, I need to shower. 🙂 All jokes aside, thank you.
Sweet read for my feels!
Thanks Joyce! I appreciate you reading it and taking the time to comment.
you always nail it Heidi 😉
I try! It’s just getting the thoughts out of my head and either written down or typed out. Glad it resonated with you.