I went for a walk around the park today and noticed a father and son playing basketball, the son was maybe 5 and cute as could be. He’s bouncing a basketball that’s bigger than his head and trying with all he’s got to shoot it toward the basket. He dribbles, dribbles, dribbles and prepares to take his shot. He gives it his best heave ho and misses the rim by 4, maybe 5 feet. Undaunted with a huge smile on his face the boy runs after the loose ball, quickly catches up to it and announces to his dad loud enough for me to hear…
“Ah, I almost made it!”
For an instant his dad and I lock eyes and smile. It was a delightful moment. Maybe, just maybe that’s how The Father sees me. Maybe that’s how I need to see me? Maybe that’s how you need to see you? As I walked on by the boy dribbled, dribbled, dribbled positioning himself for his next shot. Gotta love that little kid.
© Tom Zawacki 2008