by Jenny Beatrice
The boys in my life have taught me something about letting go.
Three years ago my son took up hockey. He’s a goalie and I’m a nervous wreck.
This kid thrives on the responsibility that comes with the position. He understands it’s a team effort and no game is won or lost solely on his performance.
Yet, it’s hard for me to remember this when I’m watching him from the stands as he is the only one on his team with the puck flying directly at him for an hour.
This mini-torture leaves me in awe of my husband, a 20+ year athletic director and coach. I’ve seen him in action with his volleyball and basketball players at practice, teaching them skills and pushing them to be their best.
At pre-game, he runs through plays and delivers a pep talk. Then it’s time to let them go, leaving him to live through the gut-wrenching losses and the at-the-buzzer victories, all from the sidelines.
No amount of coaching, shouting or stomping can change the fact that ultimately, the ball is out of his hands.
The boys in my life have taught me something about letting go. I can face challenges that come flying at me, knowing that I am not in control but that I am not alone. I can offer my support when life flies in the face of those I love, and I can give them a pep talk.
I can sit on the sidelines, allowing God to come through without me getting in the way.