Feeling Good About Myself, And Then Not So Much
*Originally published in May 2013 on the Super Daddy blog. I love playing basketball with my kids. They make me feel great about myself. They’re cheering me on, giving me accolades when I dribble the ball between my legs, “Whoa, Daddy, you’re awesome at basketball”, “Daddy, that was so cool”. I stood there listening to the praise being showered upon me by my kids. I felt like a Harlem Globetrotter towering a good three feet above my little cheerleaders. I rolled the ball up my arm and popped it into the air off my bicep. Cheers and applause erupt. I dribbled the ball between my legs and then I reversed directions and this stuns the crowd. I was beginning to trick my mind into that I’m actually good at this. I was thinking things like, “Maybe I should have been a jock in high school” and “Perhaps I could have been an NBA player with a little more effort”. I was feeling quite confident in myself and my abilities when all of a sudden I’m snapped back to reality. I had bounced the ba
