Every game, I watch you. I either stand on the sidelines or sit alone, but I see you.

The times you play and many times when you don’t. I see you.

I see the smiles and the hurt. The joys and the pain. The highs and the lows. You are seen, darling.

And I am your biggest fan.

The times you don’t get picked. I see it.
The times you fall into comparison. I see it.
The times you question your gift. I see it.
The times you sit on the bench. I see it.

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You may feel like you aren’t good enough. Don’t listen.
You may be told you don’t belong. Don’t listen.
You may question your ability and purpose. Don’t listen to the lies. Please don’t listen.

Sure, you have some areas to grow and learn. We all do. But, I see how you want to win. How badly you want to play. How deeply you want to be a part of something bigger than yourself.

You may get overlooked. You may sit alone. You may even feel confused. But there is more to you than meets the eye. You are stronger than you think, and you are capable of so much more than you want to believe.

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As your teammates cheer for one another and you feel left out, I wish I could hug you and tell you how incredible you are!

But, I do understand. While other parents cheer, I feel left out too. I sit alone and silently cheer . . . for you!

This season is different. Hard. I wish I could make it all better. But no matter what, always remember this . . .

I am your biggest fan!  

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Alicia Searl

Alicia Searl is a devotional author, blogger, and speaker who is passionate about pouring out her heart and connecting with ladies of all ages. Her favorite people call her mom, which is why much of her time is spent cheering them on at a softball game or dance class. She is married to her heartthrob (a tall, spiky-haired blond) who can whip up a mean latte. She sips that goodness while writing her heart on a page while her puppy licks her feet. Visit her website at www.aliciasearl.com and connect with her on Instagram and Facebook.

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