To start off... Have I said how much I love volleyball? This little 8th grade coaching thing is fun. Aunt Kristi is teaching me a lot and I love it.
Today we make cuts. Some obviously are on the team. Some are obviously not on the team and some obviously have captured me heart in such a way that I feel my heart will break as we tell them they aren't going to be apart of this team. I think thats all these girls would need to boost their confidence, or to encourage them to try new things. They are so brave to try out knowing they aren't the best. There are a few girls that honestly try so hard to 'be good'. I think they know they aren't - but they will not give up till the end. I hate it because they ask in such a sweet voice to help them get their serve over the net. So as you struggle to teach them how to hit the crap out of the ball it barely touches the net as it roles back onto her side. But she keeps trying- they keep trying.
It stinks. I know the exact feeling of not seeing your name on the list. Sure softball wasn't my favorite sport, but I worked hard, tried my best, but I still didn't make the team. Even though their 'thing' might be singing or softball or reading it still stinks we can't have 30 girls on our team. And what stinks worse. Their really is no words of comfort. Sorry you didn't make the team - no what are they gonna say to that? you all were good but - no, because they will think "So why wasn't I on the list". Keep trying - no, to keep setting them up for the chance of failure?
Single digits 9 days
(can it come faster)
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