As I sat outside of the football stadium waiting in the mom taxi for my son and his friends to come out, I found myself instantly transported in my mind back to the time when I was 15 and hanging out at the football stadium of the local high school in Moss Point, Ms. The sounds of trombones and tuba's, trumpets and snare drums, girls screaming cheers, teens laughing, announcer on the microphone calling plays, and the smell of perspiration, leather and the possibility of rain in the air - I smile. I am again grateful for the ability to give my son the simple things that will remain and sustain him for the rest of his life. The slowed down pace of a small commuter town, the ability to ride his bike to and from school and basketball practice and the gym, the knowledge that in this place his presence is recognized and his abilities are magnified and all create the tunnel from which his light will shine.
As I sit, I know clearly that my mother sat in her Nova/mom taxi and waited for me and my siblings to come out of the stadium. I have a sense that as she sat, she felt some comfort in knowing that in this town her children, all 4, are safe and secure and happy and she was right. We were. Happy because without having any real knowledge of her sacrifice, our mother gave us all that she had to give. She gave us consistency and support and disciplined spanking and safety. We were surrounded daily with friends and an extended family that nurtured as a way of how they were taught without the psychological basis as to why they should or should not do what was done.
I got all of these feelings from this experience. This football season I picked up my son and his friends several times and each time I am reminded that football reminds me of home and that is a good thing.
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