We just wrapped up season two of basketball for Nas' team, the Rowdy Rebels. The boys were undefeated this year, which is a huge accomplishment considering his team last year lost all but one game, which ended in a tie.
It was fun to see Nas grow and learn the sport. He dribbles much better, leaps full-on into the air to grab rebounds, made several points over the course of the season, and learned to kick it up a notch when his opponent was more aggressive. Nas understands the game of basketball now, last season? Not so much.
He wanted to practice all the time - at the playground basketball court or at the make-shift court he created at home. Many a morning we were awaken to the rhythmic sound of a bouncing ball. However irritated I may have been because he woke me from my slumber, I always smiled because Nas truly does enjoy basketball. Much like I find myself, sometimes, annoyed with the loud music blaring from the family room because Jay is practicing her ballet positions or just plain old rocking it out, I know that this is what she loves. Granted I do ask that she turn the tunes down, I never make her stop because watching my children find the things in this life that fulfill them reminds me of how I felt when I was eight years old. Back then I realized that writing was much like talking - but I wasn't nervous when I wrote, no anxiety there - it became something I wanted to do as often I could. It became a part of me.
I don't know that basketball will be part of Nas throughout his life, or dance will permeate all that Jay does in this life, but for now, right now, I know that my kids have found things they love doing. No matter what, I pray they always have something they can go to that allows them to get lost and forget the world around them. For now, my sleep will be interrupted by a bouncing ball and my peace will be cut short by music that makes my daughter move. I think it's something that I will miss when they grow up and leave home, so I cherish it while I can.
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