Feelings on Basketball...

So, Tyler got invited to play club basketball.  I am so proud of him.  Not because of the invite, but because he works so hard in all he does.  He's in second grade and played on a second grade team.  When I tried to look up his schedule, all I could find were third grade and fourth grade teams.  It turns out that his team is the only second grade team in the club.  As much of an honor it is to be picked in second grade to play in the club, it is also frustrating for him because it does come with quite a few losses.  Even though they won a few times, it was hard for him to lose.  And he showed it.  He didn't hide his frustration.  He let it out.  And I love that about him!

And it made me think...

When do we start hiding how we truly are?  What age do we start thinking that no one else has hard days?  When do we start using "fine" in our vocabulary more...even when we aren't.  When people ask me how I'm doing, when did I start using the words "fine", "well", "good", or any other socially acceptable response?  Have we gotten into such a routine of asking how people are doing that we really don't care about their response?  Today was a hard day for me at work.  And I really didn't hide it.  I shut my door and I let the tears out.  It was a bad day.  And when I communicated with others, I didn't hide the fact that today was a hard one.  And it felt good.  Isn't that why we have relationships?  It's definitely a reason I want relationships...  to be real with each other and come along the side of someone who needs you.  I needed people today and I felt loved and cared for because I was honest.