Thank you Mothers, for giving your children the gift of sport. 

One of my earliest and happiest childhood memories is being allowed onto the bench at half time of one of my mother’s basketball games.
Climbing onto her lap and feeling the heat radiating from her body, her heart pounding against my back through her soaking wet jersey, inhaling the smell of her fresh sweat while listening to hear labored breathing, as she prepared to go back onto the court. I felt so safe, so at home, so included in her world.