Saturday, August 28, 2010


My youngest is playing football this year. I am glad. He is built for sports and has always had a good throwing arm, but has never wanted to get involved with sports. It is good to see him doing that this year.

I watched his first game today with mixed emotions. He wore his uniform proudly on the sidelines until the 4th quarter. They put him in. That is all I can tell you. I don't know what position he was playing and whether it was on offense or defense. I don't know if he did well or not. I don't know what kind of solid advice I should have given him as we drove home. And on these days... I am frustrated. Frustrated that I don't understand more of what my kids love. And frustrated that everything is my job to know. But, proud.. proud to see my little man starting to come out of his shell and develop and grow. Happy to see him beginning a life that challenges him and brings him happiness.

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  1. Someone marked they "dislike" this post. c'mon... make a comment. What do you mean you don't like it? Poorly written? I am a bad mother? Boring? Who cares, why write it? What DOES dislike mean??