My life is an assortment of roles, most of which I have chosen and love.
There are the relational ones:
Mckenna, Gabriel and Juliana's Mom.
Rob and Cyndi's Daughter.
Daughter-in-Law and Sister-in Law (although to be honest we usually leave off the in-law).
The functional ones:
Sunday School Helper.
And the funny ones:
Short Order Cook.
I am still adjusting to a new one: Coach
It's not new, not really, but right now everyone seems to use it as if it's my name. Sometimes they have to say it twice for me to realize I am the subject of their calling.
Famous UCLA coach John Wooden said, "A coach is someone who can give correction without causing resentment."
I have discovered how difficult this really is.
I have made players cry this season. One of them I made cry twice.
I have pushed players to the breaking point.
I have over corrected at times.
And this is little kids' soccer :o)
But he also said, “Success comes from knowing that you did your best to become the best that you are capable of becoming.”
And I see so much potential in my players. And soccer is only a fraction of that potential.
I see little boys who can be respectful, tough, and fun all at the same time.
I see little girls who can learn to listen, to work together, and to enjoy sports.
I see young women who can focus, run complicated plays, share the burden, and be disciplined.
But I don't see any of that coming naturally. It all must be taught.
That is the task of a coach, and it is humbling.
So when I am not hanging out with my kids, relaxing with my hubby, enjoying being at church, or, of course, grading essays, I am watching soccer drill videos, working on my line-ups, and praying for my players.
I see potential for greatness.
I want to see growth.