So, I am working on another post that will be ready this weekend, however, I must write a quick post about my son.
I just got back from dropping him off at football practice. He can walk on his own, but sometimes I enjoy chatting with him along the way and then talking with his coaches to see how he is progressing.
Last week, Brett Jr. missed the football game because it was a later than normal game and he wanted to see his mom. I totally supported that decision and his team did just fine, winning 52 to 33. So, while talking to the coaches today, they asked me if Brett would be at the game this weekend. You see, his game this Saturday was changed to a later time, and they wanted to know if he would miss the game again. I said, yeah he will be there. I said, “I talked with his mom today and he will definitely be at the game.” And they responded, “Great, because we definitely missed him last week.” You see, until last week, Brett’s team had only allowed 6 points in 3 games. Last week they allowed 33. The coaches said, “We missed Brett in the middle.”
I couldn’t stop grinning. I mean, I was sorry for the team’s struggle, but was extremely happy that it was due to my son’s absence. He is a star!
So, I am happy, but trying to contain myself. I have locked and chained up “crazy sports” dad from the first two weeks of football, and I have promised my self to not to ever let him out again. Nonetheless, I am very proud of my son, for more reasons than success on the field. He is becoming more and more independent. He is getting his homework done, he is studying for and doing well on tests, he is playing with his brother, and he is having fun playing football. I am very proud of my son. I’m just sayin …
Nice!