Fundraising

Basketball Heart

Dear Son,

So I am not sure what alien life form took over my body last night but it must’ve been a mighty powerful one because before your father could stop me I not only volunteered to help fundraise, which I absolutely hate, but agreed to spearhead the effort.   What was I thinking?  A few of the other mothers have graciously agreed to help but we all know what happens 3 weeks from now when families get busy and schedules get tight, the chairperson, president, head dunce, whatever title you want to give them, ends up doing all the work.  Believe me, I know.  I’ve been the person on the other side, all gung ho about bringing great ideas and energy to the table the night it gets brought up but by the time things start to get moving…I could care less.

Fundraising is one of those necessary evils. Everybody hates to do it but because of school budget cuts it must be done. I don’t know about anybody else but I wish they would just ask us for the money up front and then leave us the hell alone. If you know that your program is short $200 per person just ask us for the money.  Don’t make us beg our friends and family to buy crap they don’t need or want. I mean seriously, how many bars of chocolate and rolls of wrapping paper does one person need?

Maybe deep down and I mean really, REALLY deep, I was hoping to score you some brownie points with the coach.  Assuming you’re going to be playing for him in a year or two, it can’t hurt to have him a fan of your parents.  Maybe if I do a superior job, you’ll end up playing varsity this year!

I know-let’s not get crazy.  I don’t really expect that to happen, not that I don’t think you’re good enough, but you’re not quite the same size as the other varsity boys.  You’ll get another growth spurt soon so you’ll be ready for varsity next year but for now, I’m happy to watch you play anytime, anywhere.

So in conclusion, let me just put this out into the ether…Maybe if we had fewer people that had to write, revise, allocateand approve budgets, schools or otherwise, there might actually be some money left to go IN the budgets.

For now and always, I Love You,

Mom

Dear Son,

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I wanted to start this blog first of all to embarrass you when you get older but mostly to document your journey as a basketball player. I asked you to do it yourself but you thought it was stupid so here I go:

Dear Son,

You’re only 14 and luckily you’re still a really great kid. Before you were born, your father and I heard from several people who had teenagers at the time that the best way to keep a kid out of trouble is to have them involved in sports. So we decided long ago that if we really wanted to keep you out of trouble we would have to find a sport that you liked to play. We were hoping your love would be swimming because you’re an amazing swimmer but that was not to be.  No matter how much your Dad tried to bribe you it just wasn’t your passion.  Luckily, after many failed attempts at baseball, soccer and even Frisbee golf to name just a few, we had the patience and persistence to keep going until you found basketball.

Who knew you’re going to turn out to be such a superstar? I’m starting this blog because when you’re a professional NBA basketball star and ESPN wants to do an interview with you, we’ll have all kinds of documentation about what your career was like when you were just starting out.

I guess you’ve been playing for a couple of years now, with the Warriors team run by Conrad and your middle school team at Chime Charter Institute basically run by you and your friends. Middle school obviously wasn’t a very competitive team (although you did very well during the regular seasons) I know the fun was just getting to play with all of your friends.

Up until now I haven’t been allowed to participate much in your basketball career. I made the mistake of cheering at one of your first games and was “banned for life.” Luckily that “life sentence” like so many in California didn’t turn out to be as long as we thought it would be. And even though I’m still not allowed to speak, I do enjoy going to games.

Watching you encourage your teammates and inspire them is inspiring to everyone around you.  It’s nice to hear from other parents how you affect their children when you play with them and help them grow and improve as well.  You are such a great leader on any team that you join, athletic or otherwise, because of your empathy and enormous sense of compassion.

I look forward to watching you grow as a player and as an individual.

For now and always, I Love You,

Mom