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Friday, January 23, 2015

The Beast

My son is literally the fastest kid on the field and on the court. His football career has been stellar and he was recognized at the MVP of his season. Can we say soooooo proud. So going into the basketball season, I had absolutely no doubt that he would release the inner beast. Yes mam, I could wear my referee shirt and talk dog smack everytime they made a bad call on my baby. Because undoubtedly, he was going to be the best.
Ohhhh boy was I wrong!!!!! The first AAU tournament night, which happened to be right before Christmas, baby moved like spoiled milk. It was apparent that something physically was wrong and that he was suffering from ADD and some type of stamina shutdown. Once the game was over, I hug him so tight and told him everything would be okay and that we would talk in the car and that we would go to the doctor on Monday. On the ride home, as we were talking, my son told me that he was just so tired and exhausted and he couldn't understand why because he had eaten a whole bag of Christmas candy at the class Christmas party, including four full size candy canes, two cupcakes and three cookies. Feeling highly irritated and relieved, that my son has suffered a sugar crash and burn. Wiping sweat from my forehead, I knew that the next game would be off the charts amazing for him. He was going to DOMINATE!

The second tournament rolls around and I am self assured that my son is on point and ready to go.............right? Wrong!!!! And don't get me wrong, he's good, he's explosive and confident, but NOT IN THE GAME! There's an open shot, MAKE IT! THROW THE BALL AT THE GOAL! DON'T PASS IT, SHOOT IT! Oh my goooooosssshhhh, I'm thinking to myself! WHERE IS YOUR AGGRESSION, WHERE IS THE BEAST! THIS CANNOT BE THE SAME KID THAT I SEE ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD!

After this long game of "NOT LETTING MY CHILD GET LOOSE" I feel it necessary to have a one one come to JESUS talk. So while listening to the hum of my Armada, I proceeded to ask my son what was going on. And as he begins to mutter out his reasons, it dawns on me that he hasn't realized that HE HAS A BEAST INSIDE OF HIM. Just what I needed a reason to put my smooth negotiation skills into play.

I called my husband to the bedroom for our daily business meeting! Our business tonight is my baby and his beast. I propose that he goes under contract. Even as children, my kids learned the value of a dollar in their desires to get McDonald's Value Meals and the latest Lebrons. So I called my son into the room and offered to sign him to a multi - dollar contract. For every aggressive, beast move that he made on the court. I didn't know if this would work, but it was worth a try to me!

Sunday morning off to the game we go! He gets on the court. My heart is racing a mile a minute and I decided to hold off before I started telling the refs how they needed to turn in their whistles. He starts off a little slow, but later what do I see, A BLOCK! Shut'em down son, shut'em down! What was that a SHOT, oooooohhh he missed. But that's alright because when he looked up at me, I said, " you are still getting a check baby, you are still getting a check!

Ahhhhhh the joy of watching the Beast unfold! And of course the naysayers will complain about paying my kid to channel his inner beast. And how is that any different from giving my child his allowance for doing his chores. Some parents channel the cleaning genie, I choose to channel the untapped potential!

Written by Keschia Martin, Blogger, "She Was At All My Games"

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