This is my middle child. My second son.
He is a cool kid. Tender-hearted. Super smart. Wicked sense of humor. Gifted athlete.
And disciplined. Like there’s no tomorrow. He is the hardest working kid I know. At everything. Schoolwork, sports, you name it.
He requires no poking or prodding. No reminding. He is self-motivated and driven beyond belief. And oh yeah, he’s twelve.
Here he is outside. In the dark. It’s 23 degrees. Bitter. And he is practicing basketball. With a ball that needs air. Even though the season doesn’t start till February.
He doesn’t see me taking this video. He just keeps at it. That’s why he’s so good at everything he does.