In the summer I signed Easton up for a basketball camp at the local college. He loved it. He even got an award for being "coachable."
Then this fall I signed him up to play on a team. This was the first year that he could do it (they start in 1st grade) and I thought he would be so excited. I told him about it and he started to cry. He was so nervous to do it and said he didn't want to. Being the mean mom that I am, I told him he needed to try and he would do fine. So, we went to the first game. He was so scared and timid. We were a couple of minutes late, which made it worse (Dad's fault...we had to wait for him because his car was in the shop and he had my car). We get to the gym and go and meet his coach. He gets his jersey and then the game starts and Easton has NO idea what to do. In the beginners league they give the kids colored wrist bands so they can know who to guard on the opposite team. This was not explained to Easton and so he stood there like a deer in headlights and then he started to cry. I didn't want to embarrass him further and run out onto the court to help him, so I stood on the sidelines feeling horrible. The coach went up to him, bent down, and said, "What's the matter, buddy?" He ended up being a great coach for Easton and helped him come out of his shell a lot and taught him a lot. He even made his first basket in that first game.
After that first game, things got better and he started to get excited for games and practices.
the last game
we will definitely sign him up for next season.
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