memory catcher
Today would be a day to store in my memory box, so that I might take out this recollection and savour over and over and over and over again.
Today I have at last tasted the joy of coaching.
Today was SWEET.
I sat in the car for close to an hour sending text messages to my team, telling them how proud I am of them.
Finally they have come together as a team, fought hard, encouraged each other, losing ground then fighting to win it back and then advance further... there is passion when they play. Finally you can see that this means something to them. That this is EVERYTHING to them. At last they are living the moment.
Nobody was worried about what I, or others might think or say to them.. No offence taken at teammates' suggestion that they wake up. There was no blame for once; just the constant encouragement of "you do your thing and I'll be there for you"
One girl, who has always had problems with maintaining focus and fight, found it in herself to switch her mental gears on after lapsing. Now that she has done so, I believe that she will find it easier and easier to maintain. Eventually she will be "on" for the full game, and her full talent will shine through.
Another, heaps of talent but maybe not enough push to convert talent to skill, found herself very frustrated at her body letting her down - when she knew something was on but couldn't execute - she broke down and then put herself back together.
Another couple more who have never thought much of themselves, suddenly becoming huge threats to our opposition.
There are young players from the rank and file who are improving so much and loving the game it gives me strength for the new year.
Their belief in me is humbling. They stagger off the field, listen to me, sprint back onto the field and convert my words into devastating action. Giving their all.
The one I see myself in, the one that has so much ability but so little belief in herself, she has been the mainstay of the team and especially so today. A little more seasoning for her and the sky is the limit.
I particularly enjoy watching their progress - their joy of discovering a move that works, learning to baffle their opponents, challenging themselves, finding a love of the game.
It is immensely rewarding to finally see my kids become sports people.
[update 9 Jan 2009 - IVP finals. We played NTU, they tapped and scored. The old team would have cocked up their toes right then.. this new team took NTU to 2 all in the first half, scored to make it 3-2 in the 2nd half and ended the game 3 all. They beat us in the dropoff at 3 v 3. Tremendous effort from all, new people scoring from our side, wonderful to see kids growing even at this stage in the games. Bright future ahead, I just need to keep tweaking]
Today I have at last tasted the joy of coaching.
Today was SWEET.
I sat in the car for close to an hour sending text messages to my team, telling them how proud I am of them.
Finally they have come together as a team, fought hard, encouraged each other, losing ground then fighting to win it back and then advance further... there is passion when they play. Finally you can see that this means something to them. That this is EVERYTHING to them. At last they are living the moment.
Nobody was worried about what I, or others might think or say to them.. No offence taken at teammates' suggestion that they wake up. There was no blame for once; just the constant encouragement of "you do your thing and I'll be there for you"
One girl, who has always had problems with maintaining focus and fight, found it in herself to switch her mental gears on after lapsing. Now that she has done so, I believe that she will find it easier and easier to maintain. Eventually she will be "on" for the full game, and her full talent will shine through.
Another, heaps of talent but maybe not enough push to convert talent to skill, found herself very frustrated at her body letting her down - when she knew something was on but couldn't execute - she broke down and then put herself back together.
Another couple more who have never thought much of themselves, suddenly becoming huge threats to our opposition.
There are young players from the rank and file who are improving so much and loving the game it gives me strength for the new year.
Their belief in me is humbling. They stagger off the field, listen to me, sprint back onto the field and convert my words into devastating action. Giving their all.
The one I see myself in, the one that has so much ability but so little belief in herself, she has been the mainstay of the team and especially so today. A little more seasoning for her and the sky is the limit.
I particularly enjoy watching their progress - their joy of discovering a move that works, learning to baffle their opponents, challenging themselves, finding a love of the game.
It is immensely rewarding to finally see my kids become sports people.
[update 9 Jan 2009 - IVP finals. We played NTU, they tapped and scored. The old team would have cocked up their toes right then.. this new team took NTU to 2 all in the first half, scored to make it 3-2 in the 2nd half and ended the game 3 all. They beat us in the dropoff at 3 v 3. Tremendous effort from all, new people scoring from our side, wonderful to see kids growing even at this stage in the games. Bright future ahead, I just need to keep tweaking]
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