I don’t know how he does it, but my dad seems to make it to almost all of the boy’s ball games (& all their cousin’s games too!). It doesn’t matter if it’s rain or shine. Inside or out. Soccer, football or basketball.
When that whistle blows, he’s usually sitting on the sideline.
He’s an encourager. Over all these years, he’s looked for the best in people and learned how to encourage them to see it too. He notices even the smallest wins or minor improvements and celebrates them. He sees what makes people special and he’s trained himself to find the opportunity to speak it.
Guess how he sees it?
He keeps showing up. Game after game. Weekend after weekend. Eyeball to eyeball. He’s paying attention. He’s looking for the good.
It’s his lifeblood.
As we were driving away from a game this weekend, I was thinking about how special that is for our boys. That over their …