So school is finally back in session and just like magic in the northeast, it already feels like Fall. The coolness of the nights, the need for a sweatshirt on the weekend mornings, and the start of the football season is here.
This past Sunday before we headed out of the house to my son’s first football game of the year, he requested 2 waffles, fruit and bacon. He said, “I need to eat a lot so I can have energy on the field.” At almost 8 years old I can assure you he always has energy – I just wish I could borrow a bit sometimes!
After a hearty breakfast Jack got dressed in his uniform and looked so proud. I stood back and could not believe how big he had gotten (the padding adds quite a lot also). As a Mom, I was nervous for him as I do not want him to get hurt, but this is something he really wanted to do and practiced for all summer.
So off we went in the car and on the way he asked me to play some “rock” on the radio. This gave me a chuckle and I played some Katy Perry (one of his favorites but clearly not what I would term rock; I mean, I grew up in the 80′s ACDC is rock!). He sang the whole way to the game and was so excited to get on the field and play.
His team did well and they shut out their opponents. When the game was over and he came off the field he ran and gave me a huge hug and said, “that was so fun!” Then my little boy asked if he could take off his padding and go play on the playground. I sighed a sense of relief the game was over and happily watched him climb and swing.
I know being a parent is the toughest job anyone can do, and I also know it is the most rewarding, amazing gift to watch your kids grow up. So week one of football is down and this Mom has survived!
Jack in his uniform, ready to play!
With the cousins, about to hit the playground.