Last week at basketball practice Bob got hit in the face with a ball. Hard. There was a little blood and a lot of tears. He said he was embarrassed and wanted to go home. He held a tissue to his nose to stop the bleeding. He had a drink of water. Then he went back in to play.
About fifteen minutes later, he took another ball in the face. There was no blood this time, but there were tears. He wiped his nose. He got another drink of water. He went back in to play.
On the way home I told him I was proud of him for not quitting. He gave me a high five and said, "Sometimes these things happen when you're an athlete, Mom. I'm a real athlete. Can I have a juice box?"