Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Friday, September 2, 2011

Seeing my baby as a young man :: OM [one moment] meet up


My oldest started his freshman year of high school this week. My time with him at home is fleeting.  Without completely gushing about him (which would tick him off), I'll simply say I'm so proud of him and feel so fortunate to be his mother.


My moment this week was sitting in the stands watching him play in his first high school football game (#74). He started (and played the entire game) on offensive and defensive tackle. I never considered myself a soccer mom, but I was definitely a hoot'n and a holler'n football mom. My youngest son had to move away from me because he was so embarrassed. I vacillated between cheering for him and declaring he looked injured.

"Woo hoo!" 

"Is he limping? His ankle looks like it's bothering him."

"Get him!"

"He looks tired."


My husband told me to stop "mothering" him.  Really?!  That's who I am and what I do.  I'll mother him 'til the day I die.

What was your moment this week?


Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Recovering from the weekend

I've been remiss in blogging. We had a busy weekend with games and birthday parties. My father was also visiting. As this is the last week of "summer" for my kids, I've been working less and playing more.

On Saturday, while sitting in the stands of my son's football game, I fondly remembered the '80s. There was a time when I proudly wore crushed velvet leggings, army boots, ankhs, and attitude. My music of choice was The Smiths, Iggy Pop, Skinny Puppy, NIN, you get the idea.



I really haven't changed much. Although I don't listen to Skinny Puppy anymore, I still love the others. I still wear lots of black and sport a tiny nose piercing. What has changed is my attitude toward things I thought I'd never embrace. Take for instance, football. Never in a thousand moons, did I think I'd be going to games as a mother of a football player. Alas, this is how I spent the weekend.

While I do take issue with a many football ideals (weigh ins, machismo, head injuries), it really isn't about the sport. It is about supporting my child and helping him reach his goals.

BTW, he also has great taste in music!

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