Oh High School....

So, after attending my son high school basket ball game... all I could think of is old times at Marshall High.Thoughts were the days of tight Guess Jeans, big hair and blue eye shadow. Oh how much fun I had in high school with my side kicks Staci and Necee. We strutted our stuff thought the old halls and we really thought we were the S%$#.  Yes, even then I coveted my boobs and flat tummy.

So, feeling a little old I called one of my very best friends to take me out on the town and talk of nothing but old times and laugh the night away...Good times I will never forget and now I get to relive some of that though my son...Man is he big!

Come Home with Your Sheild or on it.....

I can't explain what it is like to be the mother of an amazing talented child. Last nights game was awesome although we lost. My son made a couple of saves but this team played dirty. He called me late last night...
"Mom, I failed and froze and didn't do as good as I can."
As my heart started to bleed right then and there I said Son in life you will have times of failure, but that doesn't mean that you give up. It takes failure to appreciate and attain success. I said you are part of a team, you all have to work together for a common goal...You nee4d to bring your teammates up when you feel like they are giving up. I told him remember in tract when your best friend helped and pushed to to get faster? He says "yes" well that is what you have to do when your team is in practice. Believe in them and believe in yourself because I do and you could never fail me. His best is good enough for me. I then told him he comes from greatness and that he will succeed this is only the first game. I told him to be a Spartan come home with your shield or on it!
I love that kid!