Do you ever feel like we are all waiting for life to get amazing?
Waiting for summer vacation.
Waiting for a new promotion or a new car or a bigger house or a kitchen renovation or the snow to fall.
Waiting and waiting……and waiting.
Maybe we’re all waiting because we think….that when the waiting is over….whenever what we are waiting for finally happens….
….that’s when our amazing life will begin.
But what we miss….what we overlook….is that sometimes we are so focused on the waiting….
….that we miss the amazing that was there all along.
The other day I sat in a stinky gym on hard wooden bleachers with the roar of the cheering crowd bouncing off the shiny gym floor….
….and watched a basketball game.
And as the game swirled around me….I looked over to the bench where my son sat patiently waiting for a chance to play.
Game after game he had sat and waited….hoping that his turn would come.
This day he sat expectantly….eyes alert….hands folded….with his left foot twitching as if it was already on the court leaping for the ball.
He watched silently as player after player went into the game….
…and back out again.
And still he sat.
The first quarter finished.
Then the second.
And the third quarter sped by as he sat on the bench.
My heart ached for him as he sat there still and silent with his head held high and watched his teammates play.
I wanted to run down to the sideline and tell the coach how amazing my son was.
How hard he had practiced.
How much he had worked.
I wanted to tell the coach that he had spent hours and hours practicing on the black top at our house back by the field….shooting basket after basket.
And running and leaping and jumping….and hoping….
….that one day his chance would come.
And then suddenly….out of the corner of my eye….
….I saw the coach walk over to the bench and motion to my son.
I sat motionless…..almost afraid to breathe…..as I watched him run onto the floor.
I was torn between standing up and screaming and cheering and yelling and stomping the bleachers like a banshee…..
….and trying to act cool calm and collected like this was something that happened every day.
The cheering won out.
I watched as he dribbled and passed and then passed again….and dribbled some more.
Up and down the court….back and forth….
…..again and again.
He dribbled once more and then slowly lifted his hands and tossed the ball in the air toward the basket.
For just a moment the ball hung suspended in the air….
….and then swooshed through the net.
The crowd went wild.
I yelled and jumped and waved my hands and cheered until I couldn’t cheer anymore.
And then something happened that I will never forget.
Something that I will tuck away into the recesses of my heart for eternity.
As the team parted….my son paused for a moment and scanned the crowd.
I waved frantically from the stands as his eyes met mine….
….and a smile of victory slowly lit up his entire face.
And right there in the middle of a middle school gym surrounded wooden bleachers filled with a cheering crowd….a basketball player grew two feet taller….
….and a little bit of life’s amazing happened.
May your Thanksgiving Day be full of all the amazing this life has in store.
Happy day to you and yours.