That's my boy!

Oh my gosh! Water polo season has finally wound down amid mean spiritedness, a devastating loss in the Section semis, and more drama than JR Ewing and Cliff Barnes on an early Dallas episode. Last Friday our teenagers went head to head with a gazillion players from a private all boys school in Sac town. Our team knew going in the odds were stacked phenomenally against them. They played their hearts out and left blood, sweat, and tears in the pool, litterally and figuratively. It was a brutal game and my teenager played amazingly well. He was beaten and scratched, bruised and kicked, but he knew he did his best despite the score.
Tonight was the banquet complimenting the team on a season well done. There was too much drama in the planning between which moms who wanted their sons to shine in the end of the season DVD. It was so petty. Needless to say my boy didn't show up much. In the midst of each senior receiving their awards, my boy, my very own boy, was named to the first team all section, to the all norther Californian team, and he was named an All American. The Mr. & I were so shocked and so proud of this guy. This is the guy who wanted as a little boyto swim as fast as his big bro, to be just like his big bro, to play polo like his big bro, this little guy was named an All American. Who knew, 17 years ago when he changed our lives forever that we would see him accomplish so much in that not so kind world of aquatics. He has worked so hard to overcome so much. He has continued to smile in the face of the craziness and pressure and yet he remained his own indvidual self. He continues to love us when we are strict, yelling, crazy parents, and even when he does stupid stuff. We are so amazed that God has entrusted us with this creature who just came to our house to be loved and love us back in his own unique way. It was awesome! Tonight was awesome! You know, that boy, my boy, is a champion.