Back when I was in middle school, I was not very coordinated. (Who am I kidding? I’m still not coordinated!) I played volleyball, but I was not one of the good players. In fact, it’s possible that I was the worst girl on the team. I got almost zero minutes of playing time. Sitting on the bench all year is hard. After the school season was over, I played club volleyball. I think I only made that team was because they needed more bodies. It definitely wasn’t because of my skills on the court.
The season sucked. The girls on the team were mean prima donnas. We didn’t win very many games. I managed to improve, but it was painfully difficult to do so. Thankfully I had a good coach who believed in me. She saw that I had a good attitude and tried hard. After the season ended, my coach gave me this:
It’s a poem on a tiny laminated piece of cardstock. I’ve kept track of it since 1998 when she gave it to me, and now it hangs in my classroom by my desk. When I’m having a particularly hard day (be it with teaching, or running, or the deployment, or life in general), I re-read it. I think about how my coach believed in me even though I didn’t appear to have what it takes. And I try to believe in myself.
Interestingly enough, I served the winning point of the first game of the 8th grade season. Boo-yah! There’s a little dose of inspiration for your Friday. You are welcome.*