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I couldn’t wait to catch up with my daughter’s coach after my girl was taking forever to get off the bus after her game.

My eyes welled up with tears when I saw my kid get off the bus with a big sack of trash. A couple of her friends close behind with their own bags. 

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Let me be honest. I’m a competitive person and so are my kids. I’m the embarrassingly loud mother cheering for a win, good play, nice hustle, as well as acquiescing some claps for nice steals or dishes the opponents may have.

I am also the mom cheering equally loud for the moral victories. 

“Coach noticed some trash on her way off the bus,” my preteen said with the foreboding tone this age group is famous for. Coach noticing trash is a known trigger for running all the lines the next day—rightfully so. 

I want my kids to be competitors as much as I want them to know the incredible value of community. I’m grateful my daughter had a (collegiate champion) coach who through all her years as a player, realized one of the most important things she ought to teach these young girls was that it’s not just about basketball.

It’s about cleaning the bus, taking one for the team, and being grateful for who got you there.

The team lost today. I couldn’t wait to catch up with my kid’s coach. 

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I wanted to thank her. 

Thanks to her and to all the coaches who make our littles better humans with every standard they set for the kidson and off the court. 

Amie Sughroue

Mom. Soldier. Medical professional. Animal collector.

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