I’m thankful for Max’s resilience at his volleyball tournament this last weekend.
I’m grateful that after sitting on the side-lines for most of the morning they finally put him and after making a few nervous mistakes his “shine” came out and he came to life out there.
And I’m grateful that before I had to leave for a meeting I got to see his face glow in pure delight when the team gave him high-fives following some great plays.
I realize that volleyball is not the most important thing in the world, but sitting there on the sidelines I learned something I keep re-learning over and over again:
Sadness and heartbreak make the eventual good things so much better. As a mother it rips your heart out to see your son sit out for so long before playing after SO much practice (he sat out the whole first part of this day-long tournament as well as the last one a few weeks ago). As I sat there watching my heart turned heavy and achy because I could almost feel the defeat and sadness he was feeling. But it’s amazing how that sadness can shift so quickly and the triumph can be that much sweeter for both of us because we felt the heartbreak first.