So it was the final game of the season. How to get her to try more often, to risk, so she can see success? All three of the kids must buy everything but their underwear these days... long story, but our attempt to keep them from entitlement. "Is there anything you are really desperate for?" I asked. "I've got to have foot undies by Friday for our dance competitions." She replied.
"How are you for money?"
"I've only got $5.00 and they are $15. I'm going to be in such trouble."
"I've got $5.00 for each goal you make tonight."
"What about a really cool move?"
"Nope. Only a goal will do. Remember you'll need to take a lot of shots to get one. Maybe even 10 to get one in the goal."
She's on fire that girl. She charges, she swivels, she takes away. And each time she gets the ball I scream from the sidelines, "FOR THE FOOT UNDIES!" How often does a parent get to say something like that? It works. She boots it in. The game continues. I continue my happy chant and enjoy the strange looks from the other parents. She gets the ball, looks at me and I call her remembrance to the foot undies and in it goes again. Foot Undies achieved, but really confidence achieved. I knew she could do it, she just had to take the shots.