Sometimes, inclusion sneaks in when you least expect it.
Yesterday, Alex’s basketball team played a tournament game. He hasn’t joined his team for a game in a couple of weeks, thanks to a nasty cold and slight bout of pneumonia. He made it out yesterday, though, and seemed pretty happy to cheer on his team from the bench. It was a fairly close game, and he’s been sick, so I didn’t anticipate that he’d play this time. I was just so relieved to see him with his team again, in his uniform, having fun.
His team won, and I watched as they trotted off toward the locker room after the clock ran out. I made my way to the hallway outside of the gym to wait for him, and immediately noticed that the team was crowded around the bracket on the wall.
It was then that I saw Alex writing their school’s name on the bracket chart, surrounded by his team. Even though he didn’t contribute to their win, they found a way to include him in the celebration. I couldn’t help but smile.
He was proud of his team yesterday. I was, too.