February 23, 2022
“Train children in the way they should go; when they grow old, they won’t depart from it.”
I sent a text message to my son Seth to let him know I would not be available for the nightly WhatsApp video call with the girls (7-yr-old Anne-Sophie and5-yr-old Marie-Helene because I was in State College to watch the Penn State Lady Lions basketball game.
It was wonderful to see the Lady Lions play at the Bryce Jordan Center. They’ve come along way since I was team manager for 3 years in the 70’s. Back then home games were in a gym that was smaller than most high school gyms. I texted score updates to the family.
Seth responded with this message: “we told the girls they can’t talk with Nana tonight because she’s watching a basketball game. Anne-Sophie said, ‘Oh, I know basketball. You go drizzle, drizzle, drizzle with the ball…’ I think we need to do more sports education…if only we had a P.E. instructor for a relative.”
That P.E. instructor would be me, as that is what my undergraduate degree was in. I have taken the not-so-subtle hint and am on the hunt for a small, adjustable basketball net and basketball as well as some hockey sticks and indoor balls. I need to train these grandchildren in the way they should go. Anne-Sophie, I hope your dribbles drizzle.
I try to Jesus’ love for children, talk about God, and read stories from the Bible with them with the hope that these early memories sink deeply into their inner beings. Adding a bit of basketball and field hockey will not hurt.
Thanks for the lessons my grandchildren teach me ~ Anne