I'm Back in My Helmet, Cleats, and Shoulder Pads

Football...this word used to mean so very little except for the Super Bowl, and only if the 49ers were playing. It has taken on a whole new meaning as I watch my little boy HAVE to grow and become strong to play this intense sport. The mom claws come out when someone takes him down...it goes against every mother's philosophy to watch one of your children, not just falling down, but being taken down as hard and as fast as possible. On the other hand, it brings a smile to my face and a sense of pride I have never known, when my little boy plays his position and plays it well. That little boy who would run to me when he got hurt, now stands firm and ready to be a ball player. He gets hurt and he hurts others sometimes, and I sit on the sidelines and cringe, scream, yell, cheer and bust my buttons with pride for my boy and how much he is growing up. Football season is back and I am cheering for these boys of the Fall!