So, my mom started a new team.
She began by coaching herself. I don't think my mom had any basketball experience, but she researched rules and drills online and got us started.
She ran up and down the court with us, my infant sister bouncing around in a carrier on her back. Later, she recruited coaches from local colleges.
Riot, the team that was formed, never won a game. But we all got to play. From a girl who turned out to be a starter on our high school team years later, to the girl who was found eating popcorn in the stands with her dad in the middle of a game, we all were able to be a part of a team and we were all able to play basketball.
In many ways, I like to think I'm my mother's daughter. I look more like her than my sisters do. We have a similar sense of humor and are both famous for loving to read (my aunt says when she would crash in my mom's room she'd always be pulling books from under the pillow and blankets).
But if I can be like my mom in any way, I hope I can learn to value people and human rights the way she does.
From creating a basketball team for all of us who were rejected by the other teams...
to busting up a meth lab in her role as a social worker, then making friends with all the accused, comparing cell phones and bemoaning her lack of a smart phone...
to caring for my sometimes impatient, occasionally verbally abusive, and always demented 97-year-old grandmother...
my mom treats people in a way that most people can only aspire to -- that most people take for granted.
I hope I never take for granted the people that look out for me and the people who treat me well. And I hope to emulate my mom and be a light in the lives of people who need it.
|My mom with her sisters and their grandmother (not the one mentioned above!)|
Happy birthday Mom! I hope it's wonderful!