Volleyball practice started yesterday for DS. He was on the volleyball team last year and his team won first place in the tournament. Sports have never really been anything that he has had much interest in. But, when he was offered a chance to be on the volleyball team, we decided to try it. He loved it and had a great time. This is the Special Olympics Unified Volleyball Team. That means that for every special needs child there is a teammate to help them, encourage them and praise them. DS is a team mate. The PE teacher chose only certain kids that are respectful, loyal, accountable and reliable to help out. So, it was an honor for him to be chosen.
After a few practies, the coach (aka - PE Teacher) will pair them up to work together before they form their team. It is really a great thing to be a part of and witness the kids cheering on the special needs kids. One little girl spiked it ove the net yesterday for the first time and everyone just went wild high fiving her and congratulating her. She just beamed.
Last year DH and I went to the first practice to see what all it entailed. Since we were there and the PE teacher knows me she asked if we would help lob the ball to the kids. Well, one week led to the other and now I am being called "Coach" at practice. Hello - I am a MOM. Not a coach. So, it is "Miss Shara" to them. I am not a sport-sy person at all. Not one bit. Not a teeny bit. The kids throw me the ball and it rolls right between my feet and clear across the gym floor. And me, all of 5'2", is trying to chase it down and not fall flat on my face in front of the kids. The kids took pity on me and threw me the ball under the net rather than over the net so I could get it on the first bounce instead of chasing that stinking ball. But, I am very proud to be a part of this team and see these kids do such a fantastic job.
What is a monkeybox?
When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.
*Those are my Great Grandparents up there. My Great Grandma was the original Martha Stewart. She threw a great party and decorated for every holiday. I want to be her when I grow up. Oh wait! I am!