Last night, I commended my 15 year old basketball player on his efforts. I told him that in his last game, he played with a level of intensity that I had not seen from him in a very long time.
I would like to believe that he played aggressively because I yelled at him during his warm up. Yes, I yelled. I surprised myself and my daughter who was sitting right below me.
It was his third game of the day, my fifth game as a spectator. It was after 5 p.m., I had been in gymnasiums since 11 a.m. and I was ready to go home. So when I yelled, “Son, can we win a game today?! I’m tired of losing!” I was frustrated but it was out of love. Although we lost, I know that I awakened the potential in my son that he had forgotten. I also know that when love yells, you better answer.