In my last post I talked about the heart of a champion, but what I didn't mention is that the heart of a champion differs dramatically from the stomach of a champion.
The heart of a champion feeds itself. It can live forever on the eye of the tiger, gangsta rap, and YouTube videos of Ray Allen shooting drills. The stomach of a champion is much more demanding. It needs protein shakes and fruit smoothies, spaghetti and steak, hash browns and omelets, and lots and lots of peanut butter.
In other words, the stomach of a champion needs mommy to feed it.
And to drive it around.
I guess that's why I was so touched when my hub patted my leg on the way home from the high school championship game and said, "thanks for all the sacrifices you have made to feed our son's champion stomach this past year. And to drive it around."
Granted, he was caught up in the moment, and still reeling from the victory, but still, it was nice to be acknowledged for the life path I've been forced into choosing.
I've thought a lot about the heart of a champion over these past few days and I've come to the conclusion that I have misjudged my son. What I always thought to be the heart of an annoying teenager, was actually the heart of a champion. His calling or texting me three times a day to make sure I got him to practice on time--not annoying, just deeply dedicated.
His NOTHING but NIKES position on sock wear--not annoying, just rigidly committed (to getting more "air").
His Gatorade Sports G Series consumption by the case--Prime, Perform, Recover--not annoying, just expensively replenishing.
But fer reals, my daughter has always said that my son is lucky--he seems to have the midas touch--but now I realize that luck comes to those who work hard.
(Someone should make an inspirational fridge magnet out of that.)
From the time my son was a toddler, my hub and I have whispered to each other under our breath, "may he choose good things because what he chooses, he will get." He's the most persistent, dedicated, focused, driven, self-motivated, annoying person I've ever given birth to.
And I'm so dang proud of him.
But he pushed through it and never took his eyes off the prize.