#9 "P" On terrace, coupons, and some basketball games...aka Mothers Day

2017. 365 days since the last mothers day. And so much growth in that time. In me and in my boy.
Last year I wrote about how much he hurt me and thought about himself. This year he worked on my gift, in school, ahead of time and he disappeared into the office and said he had to finish something. He reappeared with a sheet of coupons for going out to my favorite restaurants together. 

This year Jeremy asked me what I wanted and I told him outdoor lights and a campfire and we went to Imperial instead...and it was perfect. 

This year I cheered for my boy at his basketball game and it was honestly the most proud of him I have ever been...not because he won (he didn't) and not because he made shots. Because he mentally pushed through. He made a shot while he was crying. He melted down at halftime and came back and kept shooting. He learned that there is so much more to a game than the end score...

Just like I am learning.

So much to say about that. So much to learn that it isn't about the performance. So much to learn that it isn't about the points but it is about growing and learning. And sometimes even failing. 

Ugh...that word. Failure. It's so extreme. It makes it sound like it is all a loss, but failure is so much more than a win or a loss. It's about what you do with it.