I came home from school crying because nobody picked me for their kickball team, they had to take me.
"Are you going to cry about it or do something?" she said.
"What can I do?" I whined.
She took me outside. We only had a basketball, but it would do. There in the backyard, she first taught me the rules. She rolled the ball and taught me to wait for the kick. She taught me how to align myself and to get some momentum from the ball. I was not a very coordinated child, never had been, but we worked that afternoon and every afternoon for a couple of weeks.
The time came when a team had to take me. It was my turn. Everyone came in from the outfield. They laughed at me. The ball rolled faster than usual towards me. I waited, preparing myself for the right moment, and then I stepped up kicking the ball. It went in a nice beautiful arc, just beyond the infield. Nobody was there, they all went running, chasing after the rolling ball. All my teammates crossed home plate and I made it to third.
That afternoon when Mama got home from work, I told her about my victory. She was so proud of me. We went outside and practiced for a bit.
After that day, I was never chosen first, but at least the team was happy to have me rather than being forced to accept me.
Mama taught me to practice.
Practice and perseverance might not make you perfect, but it can definitely make you proficient.
For Sunday dinner today, I'm taking it easy. We're having tacos. And for dessert, we'll be having chocolate chip cookies.
You can find the recipe my Mama used and passed down to me here. You can also find it on the back of the package of Nestle Tollhouse Chocolate Chips. I've tried others, but to me, these are the best. I leave out the nuts, my family is not a big fan. Sometimes I add peanut butter chips too.
Happy Mother's Day!
If your Mom is still with you, take a moment to tell her how much she means to you.
I find it hard to fathom, but some people didn't grow up with exceptional mothers like mine. If you are one of those unfortunate people, why don't you think instead of the grandmother, aunt, teacher, or any woman who came along beside you to help you during your youth. I know they will appreciate it and it will make you feel better.