So many moments have filled me with joy this month.
Many of them involving football.
Because it’s fall, and mostly all I do every day between July (which is really officially not fall because it’s actually dead in the middle of summer, just sayin’) is talk about, watch, prepare for, and think about football.
Youth football, the kind played three nights a week and most of the day Saturday by two of my children.
Like last year, and the year before.
Only this year is different because it is Dude 3’s first year playing flag football.
If I’m entirely honest, last year, when he was doing tackle, he didn’t fully enjoy his hours on the football field.
He didn’t like wearing the pads, or the helmet, or the cup, or the mouth piece. He didn’t like playing on the line, or having to tackle kids to the ground (let me be clear, he is all good with being tackled, it’s actually tackling someone else he doesn’t enjoy, because many of the kids would cry, and then he would feel badly because he hates hurting people), or sitting on the bench with his helmet on, or trying to get drinks, or go pee, or just think with his helmet on.
He rarely got the chance to run the ball, he never got the chance to throw the ball, and being a team leader was so not his jam. Because all he could think about was the stupid, heavy helmet, and how hard it was to walk and talk and hear and think while he was wearing it.
Plus, it made him slow.
But he looooooves the game of football and even though he met every practice and most of the games with whining, he never one time asked to quit (or accepted my offers to do so, because believe me, I offered).
When I told him his league as moving to flag football for his age group at the beginning of the summer his first thought on the topic was, “YES! Mom, I am gonna be so dang fast!”
Guess what y’all, he is just so dang fast (watch the video, you will like it)…
And, in case it’s not clear in that video, there are few things he enjoys more than being on that football field this season.
He wakes up every single morning of life and says, “Is today football day?” On the days I say nope, he sighs and tries to bury himself back down in the bed, on the days I say, yes, he flings himself out onto the ground in a hurry to get to the evening part of his day so he can hit the field again.
Which means I still moan about the commitment and the time and the snacks and the other parents who whine to me about all of those things I am one happy mama sitting on the sidelines of his game, cheering my face off for him while he runs and throws and catches the heck outta that football.
What is making you happy this month?
Feel free to link up your happiest moments or leave a comment sharing your joy.
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