After saying no for 10 years to my sons request to play football - I acquiesced. What finally made me to do it was that over the past few years even though he plays soccer, is good at soccer and watches soccer on television his love is football. He knows all the players and the teams, he watches it as much if not more than soccer, he asks me if he can play at least once a month and he is a good kid and after listening to countless men give me advice I decided that it was time to at least give him the chance to play. I thought about my other two children who have participated in what they have wanted to participate in and I have not said no. I thought about the fact that I am not giving him the same opportunity to try whatever he wants to try. I thought about the fact that he could very well get hurt and I told him so and he just said it will be alright mom. I thought about what would denying him the chance to try would do to his psyche later. I thought about the fact that trying it out in his 8th grade year at the Tracy Football Club would be a good way to introduce the game to him and see if he really wants to play. A part of me would like him to get hit hard and not want to play and another part of me sees him running into the end zone for a touchdown; a weird sense of fear and competition all wrapped into one thought. He came home last week with his helmet and his mouth-guard; he will get the pads next week. Today he brought home a visor to kep the sun out of his eyes that attached to the helmet. Today he sprung his finger and he showed it to me. I just said put some ice on it. He said OK.
Part of being a mom is knowing when or when not to allow your child to do something that you are against. There is this saying that I heard from someone and it says that if it doesn't kill you or make you fat there is no worries. This decision may not kill me however I reserve the right to answer the latter part of this question sometime next year. I don't want my son to play football because he might get a concussion, break an arm or a leg or; what would be difficult for him would be if he did not play. As a starter throughout his career as a soccer player he has and will always be a starter. He is tall, he can run lightning fast and he is kind and of course good looking'. It is simply a matter of few more practices before the girls begin to swarm. He is a good kid. I know me, I am going to be sitting in the stands doing everything I can to not yell out ' don't you hurt my baby" savoring every moment of the time spent in pushing him into his greatness.
His desire was to play football. He is 13, soon to be 14. Through constant and consistent and patient prodding he has received his hearts desire. To see how happy he is, is worth all of the "no's" I had to deliver. I pray for his coach to allow him to discern when to push the boys and when to back off and most importantlhy keep him protected. And taking my own advice, to me, I say I have to discern when to push my baby and when to back off. By the time I retire at 55, I should have it down