Way back in the dark ages, I was a high school cheerleader. Back then I loved football! I loved the smell of fresh grass, the energy of the crowd, hot dogs, cheering. I loved night games under the bright lights, those are almost magical. I loved football.
As the years passed, and we left California shortly after Cole’s birth (and my beloved 49ers), we watched less & less football as a family. There wasn’t enough time in a day to shuffle 4, 5, 6 kids to school and all their activities and watch football. Maybe because of that none of my kids played. Until now.
For two years Cole has been begging me to play football. Don’t get me wrong, I still love football! But Cole had severe asthma when we moved to Germany. I had fear of him rolling around on grass. It has been two years since he’s truly had an attack, after talking to his doctor, and clearing him to play, I signed on the dotted line. Cole is on the football team!
OMG! Football is not cheerleading. Football is a way of life. There are daily practices, diet changes, meetings, fund raisers, emails flying left and right…. aaaaaaaaaaah! I’m dizzy from the demands of being a football mom! Cole, on the other hand, is glowing. Usually with exhaustion, but also with pride. He loves being on the team. I have never seen him work harder at anything in his life.
Friday is his first game. It is a night game. I can’t wait!
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