I took these 2 strawberry picking while the others were at baseball. I knew if I gave him a choice, he'd choose not to. So, I picked him up at school, and we went straight to the field. He had never been. It's usually something her & I do together. But, he's been kind of a homebody these days, and I've decided sometimes I'm just going to have to push him. They got their own baskets. It was nice, but hot, day. They filled their baskets. I helped a little, but mostly just stood back and took pictures. He, of course, didn't like the picture taking. I try to give him space, but someday, I hope he'll appreciate these types of pictures. Of him and his little sister picking strawberries. Afterwards, in the car on the way home, we stopped for Slurpees. He looked over at me in the car and said, "Can you make sure she doesn't eat any of my strawberries?" Sounds like he was proud of his hard work.
They were eating dinner. And talking nonstop. And laughing.
And I used to worry that they would never like each other. That they would always argue and fight. And don't get me wrong, that still happens. But it's happening less and less. And they have more things in common the older they get. And despite their differences, they're still brothers. And thankfully, they share the same sense of humor. That's the thing I love the most. (I tried to sneak a picture of this sweetness. Cam didn't mind. Jack was not amused, as usual.) Way back in 2008, Jackson started playing basketball. He was a Wolverine, go figure. And only 4. The rim was 6 feet tall. Fast forward 10 years. His love for basketball really took off when he was 10. He spent most days afterschool in the driveway shooting hoops. The other day, I was in the kitchen and thought I heard a basketball bouncing outside. I knew Cameron was upstairs and Bella was also inside. I looked at the clock. Yep, Jackson should be walking in the door right now. He didn't even make it inside. His backpack was in the garage; he had grabbed a ball and started shooting. This happens most days. I might yell sometimes, but I secretly don't mind that we can't leave the house without him grabbing the ball and taking a few lay ups while I pack up the car. I'm not naive. I know my son won't play for the NBA. I also know he won't play college basketball. Well, I guess that's too early to say right now. After all, Michael Jordan was cut his first year in high school, right? It's never been about being the best. We just want him to have fun and be proud of himself. It's about wanting something really badly. It's about pushing yourself outside your comfort zone. It's about practice. And passion. He has all of that. Since he turned 10, he has practiced and played and pushed himself and taken chances. And he's gotten better and better. He made his middle school team in 7th and 8th grade. He joined the Jayhawks when he was 11. But, it all started with his rec team. And his biggest fan and his coach, his Dad. This is likely his last year with his rec team. 10 years. What a ride. I've cheered for the Wolverines, the Tarheels, and the Thunder. I have watched most of these boys grow from crying, whiny, tiny little boys who only cared about the after game snacks into sweaty, squeaky-voiced teens who talk trash on the court and get on their cell phones as soon as we get in the car. I wish we could go back and do it all over again.
I really do love the sound of a bouncing basketball outdoors. I know someday, my heart will ache for it when it's gone. |
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AuthorMy name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, middle school, wine, video games, and schedules. I started this blog because I love taking pictures, and I needed a place to document our life. I wanted a place to write it all down, to remember little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story. Categories
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