Benjamin
About Jam
His remarkable zest led to parents asking me if I used to be a sports person to which I would awkwardly reply, “No, not really.” Most of the time, I wouldn’t even understand the rules of the game. There were a few instances when I confidently cheered him on. The last time he played basketball at Mini Hoops and shot the ball without touching the ring, I was so proud that I stood up and shouted, “That’s my son!” Yes, I got those looks from the other parents but I didn’t care, that was a moment I will never forget, ever.
Once when Jam arrived at a birthday party at a friend’s home, he saw kids playing with their tablets/phones. Jam went to his friend’s dad, asked for a ball and the two started playing. His laughter and enthusiasm were so contagious that not long after, most kids left their gadgets and played with him. This is how I hope we’ll remember Jam.
I will always be proud of my title, Jam’s mum.
A letter from Northside Christian College, 2017