We knew it was going to be a long shot having our special needs child playing basketball on a ‘typical’ team, even in a church league.
Thankfully our son has the ability to keep up with the fastest player, and has a pretty little shot, to boot, but with autism the sensory overload, the constant transitions, the vast communication disconnects have made this a challenging rookie season.
The worst, no one will pass the ball, even if our little guy is wide open. Sigh, it is what it is, and we refuse to shield our son from real life. Sometimes people don’t pass the ball, or give you a chance.
On the court our son is the only one so obviously left out, and from the stands we hear the murmur, “Poor little thing.”
One, our little guy is not especially little for his age. He’s huge, with the promise of an impressive stature one day.
Two, our son has a better handle on reality then most in the ‘typical’ world.
What’s the score?
Our team lost. You know that certainty without checking the boards by all the glum little faces, except one.
Yep, our son is beaming as he lopes across the court.
“I AM A WINNER!”
The world wants to offer our son pity, and he responds with joy.
Does our son understand loss? Yes, he knows his team loss, but he holds his validation on a different scale. Winning is not always about the score, but how you play the game. Or rather how you view your efforts.
“…in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present not the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 8: 37-38
We are conquerors.
We are winners.
No matter what the world may say!
Until I post again,…may God bless and keep you!