As a mother...I get it.  I get it that when we have kids...we raise them to be independent, self - sufficient, humane adults.  We love them with all our heart.  We protect them.  We encourage them.  We support them. 

and we also feel their pain with them

The moment finally came.  That moment all mother's dread...when their child's heart is broken.  For us, it wasnt a girl that broke his heart but basketball.  Tryouts were this week and he did not make the team.

I knew this time would come.  With Jalil and his disabilities, learning the plays and being reactive on a split second decision,  I knew eventually, he would not be picked.  I prepared for it..at least I thought I did.

I wasnt.

I go from being hurt to totally pissed.

Hurt because my son walked out of the gym, sobbing.  He couldnt understand WHY.  He ran hard.  Never complained.  Never stopped.   Made his layups, did his drills  and blocked like nobodies business.  But he still didnt get picked...didnt make the cut.  Was not WANTED.  Jalil KNOWS his limitations.  He knows that he has to work harder than most to get the siimpliest things.  He does extra credit just to keep his grades up.  He concentrates and stays focused on the task at hand so as not to miss anything.  We have worked hard so that he knows this things...and tries to compensate for them.

but it doesnt always work out for the best.

I'm totally pissed because...these are the same coaches that have worked with Jalil over the past 8 years.  They KNOW what his limitations are BUT they also know how to compensate for him.  They've adjusted for him....they've gotten aggravated (mama's can tell) but they've adjusted because he's good.  I get IT that sports are not about compensating or adjusting. I get it.

Doesnt stop me from wanting to go Terminator Mamma on all on 'em.