I now have a ton of volleyball kids that have graduated and gone on to college. I ran into one today that I first had at the age of 14 (playing up two age years, but one school year on my 16's that year). She just finished her first semester at Elon, where her club team is going to nationals.
It's weird, because this was a 14-year-old kid kind of growing out of proportion, tall for her age, maybe even a little clumsy. Now, just a few short years later, she's this beautiful, talented, dean's list grown-up. It's kind of hard to wrap my mind around that, especially since I don't have kids of my own.
Obviously the years that I coached her were only a minor part of her development as a human being, but even that little part is gratifying. The more kids I see go out into the world, the more I understand why parents are so fierce about looking out for their kids. Of course, it kind of makes my wife and I want one of our own too, as the clock is ticking (I'm 31, she's almost 30).
When you're hyper-analyzing the mechanics of lateral passing, it kind of makes you wonder a little what's really important...