Thursday’s Giveaway! "Blissfully Blended"

We had an exciting evening last night…my son’s high school varsity basketball team was playing in NCS (North Coast Sectionals). The game was held at a nearby college. The team they played against was a private school that has a tendency to win everything. All. The. Time. My son’s team has beat them once (oh, a sweet moment!)…lost to them once…and faced them again last night.

Crowded parking, crowded gym, intense 6th man.

I have to confess…there’s something about this private school that brings out unpleasant feelings in me. I don’t usually feel that way! I’m usually pretty understanding–that the kids are kids.

But this team…they’re not like normal kids. They exude arrogance. For example, as my son was making a free throw, the other team’s 6th man was yelling out rude comments about my son’s girlfriend (who is a lovely person). That’s the kind of team they are, though. Impressive athletically. Unimpressive in every other way.

Anyway…my son’s team battled to the end but lost by 2 points! Two tiny little points!

Earlier in the evening, my husband and I took two cars…met at a library so we only had one car on the crowded campus. Afterward, my husband and son were so involved in the emotion of the game…they left without me!

In a strange coincidence, my other son happened to drive back to the gym after dropping a friend off in town and he called me to see where everyone was…just as I reached the empty parking lot. Averted a potential Mom-losing-it disaster.

But there’s still a gray cloud over our house…my son left the house this morning, grim-faced and solemn. (This is where I get a little tired of the uber-importance put on sports in the male world. In my household, anyway.)

And I have to go to the dentist this morning for a l-o-o-o-n-n-n-g appointment…so let’s do something fun. I have two copies of a new book by Barbour Publishing, Blissfully Blessed. It’s a wonderful, uplifting devotional for blended families.

About the book: Delve into Blissfully Blended and take pleasure in the perfect amount of comfort, encouragement, and inspiration. It’s the ideal way for you to begin or end your day—or for a much-needed afternoon pick-me-up.

So leave a comment or e-mail me (suzanne at suzannewoodsfisher dot come) and share a favorite memory about your kids playing sports…or tell me if your husband ever forgot you at a basketball gym! I’ll pick a winner Friday by five pm (PST).

About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.


  1. chris weigand says:

    My boys played soccer, both in school and in a community league. With the league we usually traveled to local colleges for a whole day of soccer. One of those trips sticks out in my mind. My oldest son, Scott was playing in the final game of the tournament for first place. The star player had been taken out of the game for some reason and the only way to get him back into the game was for one of the players to get hurt. Unbeknownst to my husband and I, Scott and his coach came up with a plan for him to fake an injury so they could get the star player back in the game. So he goes on the field, play starts and he goes down feigning an injury. My heart goes to my throat, my son is hurt. It's all I can do to stay in my place while the coach looks after him. The other team scores and the game is over. All I care about is my son, how badly is he hurt? The teams go through their usual after game rituals and then my son limps over to us. I try to find out if he is okay, but he doesn't say much, he is too upset about the loss. Later that day on our drive home, he finally reveals the plan. I am relieved and hurt. Our son's acting career is born, even if they lost the game in spite of the ruse. Hmm I wonder what lesson there is in that.

  2. chris weigand says:

    My sons both played soccer. First league soccer then in school. When playing league soccer they would travel to local colleges for day long or weekend long tournaments. One in particular comes to mind. My oldest son, Scott was playing in the final game that would determine who won the tournament. They were at the end of the game and tied with the other team. Our star player had come out of the game and the only way to get him back in was for one of his teammates to come out with an injury. The teams take the field in overtime, play starts and my son appears to go down with an injury. My heart is in my throat and it's all I can do to stay where I am while the coach tends to him. The team brings on the star player and the other team scores a goal. The game is over and the teams go through their usual rituals before my son can come over to us. I try to talk to him about his injuries, but he just deflects my inquiries. Later as we drive home he finally reveals that he and his coach faked the injury so they could get the other player back on the field. I'm relieved and a little hurt. On the plus side it was the birth of my son's acting career. It's interesting the lessons that can be learned.

  3. Janet says:

    My son was rostered to the varsity soccer team his freshman year. He spend most night sitting on the bench. finally they put him in and within 1 minute he was yellow carded off the field! He has yet to live that down.

  4. Mary Lou says:

    Don't have a sports story but do have a being left story. And this was before cell phone days, so that was a very long time ago. We were all at church on a Wed night and my daughter was old enough to drive…each one thought I was with the other one and I was still at church….some friends took me home, If i had had to wait till they got home to get a phone call and then come back and get me, I would have been there another hour. God always looks out for me…which is a blessing…thanks for your blog.

  5. Kym McNabney says:

    My husband never left me at a game, and this isn’t about a sport game but it does have to do with a school activity, so to speak, and my husband not picking someone up. I had a VERY busy day with many commitments this particular day. The last of the day I was to take my youngest daughter to her Daisy meeting at the troop leader’s house, and my husband was to pick her up an hour later. So, I dropped her off, and headed to my writing meeting for the evening. When I got home around 9:30 PM, I asked my husband about picking her up. He said he’d picked her up but late. In prompting him for more details, to my horror I found out the awful truth. He hadn’t just picked her up late but had totally forgotten about her. For whatever reason, the Daisy leader just kept waiting (not sure why she didn’t call.). Finally, after he was an HOUR AND A HALF late, she called! I called the next day to ask for forgiveness.

  6. Nancylee623 says:

    My son is so kind hearted that he took sportsmanship to a new level. He cheered for whoever was scoring. He would get out of the way, never blocking a play. If he scored once the next time he wanted someone else to get a chance..He didn't last long at any sport he tried..I thought the coaches were going to have a heart attack trying to get him to be aggressive so I took him out. Why try to make him something he wasn't. I am hoping he never goes in the service. Guess its true what they say..he's a lover not a fighter..

  7. Elizabeth-Plain and Simple says:

    My husband coached our son's baseball team from little league until he (our son) played for high school. First let me say, my husband was well respected and a strict coach who expected his players and parents to show good sportmanship. When our son was 13, he was big for his age and a very good ball player (really, he was…) we were playing a local team and beating them badly. Our son had already hit 2 homeruns and had just hit another possible one when the boy playing 1st base stayed in the base line, our son ran into the boy as he made his turn on first. It was an accident and our son apologized. It was another homerun and the coach who also happened to be the boy's mother called time out and argued with the umpire for not calling our son out for running into her son. The umpire told her that her son could not block the baseline uunless he was making a play on the ball and he wasn't. She argued that he was . . . our son had crossed home plate by the time outfield got the ball back to the pitcher. Soon we were 15 runs ahead and the game was called. As the coaches and players were shaking hands the female coach approached my husband and told him that he and his team had shown bad sportsmanship and she would be reporting them to the parks and recreation board. He told her she could do it now because Shannon, the president of the board, was there and had saw everything. As the woman coach and my husband approached Shannon, the female coach said my husband had made derogatory remarks to her. At which time, my husband replied, I don't even know what that word means but I have been nothing but polite to this lady and so has everyone else on my team. After talking to the umpires it was revealed that the lady coach seemed to be known as a troublemaker. Shannon later said it was all she could do to keep from busting out laughing when my husband said he didn't know what derogatory meant. As we were leaving that same female coach and her son came up beside us and she told her son the next time he saw our son she wanted him to walk up and bust him right in the nose. None of us said a word but I felt sorry for her son. We did play them again later in the season and neither she nor her son were on the team any longer. Our son went on to play college ball but injured his right arm. He was a pitcher.

  8. Cortney says:

    My son does not play sports yet but he is starting t-ball this summer. He will be four and I am excited and sad that he is growing up so fast all at the same time.