All Owen wants to do is play basketball. He throws on a pair of shorts, puts on his shoes, and I know it's time. "Mom, can you come to my game?", he asks. "Mom, can you come watch me practice?"
What? He's only 2, and I have to sit on the stairs and watch him play, cheer him on, and clap for his pretend baskets.
As I sit on the stairs and watch him intensely run around with the basketball, I can't help but to wonder what the future holds. Will he play ball as he gets older? Will he play for his high school team, and we'll get to go to his games and cheer for our little man?
Hmmmm.......only time will tell.
As for now, Owen is tugging at my pant leg at this very moment. "Mom, you can come watch my basketball game NOW!" And so I go....................
