Joy of the game

Today was Special Olympics basketball for our son Ben's U-46 Blue Stars team. Use of the descriptor "basketball" may not be entirely accurate. Our team was soundly beaten in two games. Most of our kids have very little aggression in them on the court, so defense, rebounding, and passing the ball are all pretty foreign concepts for these mostly middle-schoolers.

But, there is an unmistakable JOY in the game for them. After each (rare) basket made, there are high fives all around, huge smiles, and extra energy in the step. They're so happy, in fact, that they usually allow the opposing team an unimpeded path to the basket for the next play or two.

Making just one basket during the day absolutely makes the day for Ben, and the other kids as well.

And sportsmanship is generally the rule. If one kid gets hurt, the kids on both teams feel their pain.

Parenting a son with Williams Syndrome is not easy. But in those moments of unfiltered joy, such as one basket made, the effort is worth it. The big, sweaty hugs and pride of achievement on our son's face remind us that we have the privilege of seeing life through Ben's eyes and reveling in small, unconventional blessings. We've been entrusted by God with this precious gift, and for that I am thankful.

I'm also thankful for the volunteer coaches and tournament organizers. What a great gift they give the kids and each of our families.