My blond son wants to be a football player….bad!
He has never played in any organized sports. So, when I heard about a training camp with the Houston Texans for boys his age – my hubby and I thought it might be something that interested him.
We were kind of sad,
that we were right.
Not that we don’t want our children to pursue their dreams but because the sport might hurt my sweet, blond, blue eyed, kind-spirited child. Okay, that was not his Dad’s feelings. I’m just the overly protective Mama-Bear who doesn’t want any of her babes to get hurt or really dirty.
So the boys went and we gals stayed at home and watched girly movies.
I don’t know how professional Mothers and Wives can watch their sons and husbands get bombarded by 800 pounds of steel, week in and week out.
Yes, I use to like football. I mean I really liked it! Until my son wanted to play.
Now, not so much. I’m now going to start watching synchronized swimming or basket weaving. Now those are sports – I’m sure I can talk him into…well, I can and will pretend!
I’m going to have to think this through and then think it through again. My Mommy brain is just not computing to let this child – this precious gift from the Lord – to purposely get trampled by a HUGE defense.
(Did I mention he is small and tender? Okay, maybe not tender but he does seem small compared to his Dad.)
The facts are what they are…and they are not in this Mommy’s favor.
He loved the training! He loves the Texans! He is going to probably get hurt. I will hurt with him! I will be his biggest cheerleader and his biggest prayer warrior. I’m still going to push basket weaving!
Blessings to you! You are loved!