(First appeared in WRAL TechWire.)
It’s football season and I’m a Buckeye fan.
I know, I know… I live in the heart of Tobacco Road and am lightweight obligated to pick a side, but the truth is… wait for it… I’m ACC agnostic.
But I promise to share something today that will resonate regardless of where you side on this battle line. A lesson I learned from my son, Tre.
Last week, his football team flew to Mississippi for a big game.
I watched expectedly on TV to see him step on the football field after almost three years. His 6’5”, 200-pound frame is a coach’s dream.
Yet not even I (his mom and the queen of “you can do anything”) was sure he’d have the opportunity to play again. During the pandemic he took a gap year, forfeited a football scholarship, and went on a quest to figure out exactly what he wanted.
As a mom you want your kids to have a smooth road… no potholes, no roadblocks, no harm.
But this was way out of my league – I couldn’t make this dream a reality for him. He had to put in the work and earn a spot on a team nearly three years after playing for Millbrook High School.
Luckily, he didn’t need me… he just needed to believe in himself.
He worked out nearly every day (often alone), quietly got a part time job to pay for a speed trainer, and kept the vision of what it would feel like to put a helmet on again fresh in his mind. The investment paid off. This spring, he got an academic and athletic scholarship to play football in West Palm Beach.
Now, back to Saturday’s game. They lost. I worried. How would he handle this? What would this moment mean to him? So, I sent him a text:
As I thought about it, it made a lot of sense that this would be his response.
I mean hadn’t he deployed his short-term memory every day – letting go of his setbacks to keep his dream alive? For him the game wasn’t the destination but a celebration of how far he had come. Yes, short term memory… and back on the field next week.
Talk about lightning coaching! He didn’t know it, but I needed to hear his wise council in that moment.
Like many of us, I can get caught up in the cyclone of losses and “if only’s.” But sometimes, it really is as simple as learning the lesson at hand, activating your short-term memory, and moving on.
So… this weekend before you get caught up in the flurry of college football, kids’ activities and outdoor shenanigans, maybe take a few minutes and ask yourself a couple of questions:
Now… imagine if you exercised a little amnesia and activated your short-term memory. What thrilling new people and wild new adventures lie ahead?
The choice is yours, friend… time for a game day decision.