This is my son’s first time playing tackle football, as in, the kind-of football where kids are encouraged to take the opponent down. To the ground. Forcefully.
Gulp.
I’m doing my best at keeping it together. He’s so good at it, too, but it is just so hard to see these kids come after him when he’s got the ball. He got his first “man tackle” (so he called it) during this game in which someone finally took him down. And I was lucky enough to photograph it. {whimpers}
Our team won by one point! And my son came out unscathed, thank goodness.
It is so hard, though, because he’s so good at it, and I can see him wanting to stick with this sport. He loves watching it on TV with us, and now that he’s playing it, he’s unstoppable (well, almost). The coaches love him, the players love him, and he’s such a hard-worker. I never want to hold him back in anything, I want him to be everything he dreams of being and more. But oh, how it is so hard when you fear for their safety in a rough sport like this.
{Insert quiet whimpering here}
What do I do? He is so amazing at playing soccer, with a real shot of a scholarship someday, perhaps. And now, he’s seemingly great at football, too. Could he play both? Can my heart handle this sport? Ack. My heart…
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