Today, my little football dude played his first real game of football. After a few weeks of 4 days a week practices in the sweltering heat, he put his new skill set to use on the field. My husband says he’s an “offensive tackle” and alternates as a “defensive tackle” sometimes but don’t ask me what any of that means. All I know is he squats, crashes into someone and it’s over. What I do know for sure is it’s a sport he’s quickly learning to love, has a lot of fun with it and is positively redirecting his excess energy.
My first moment of panic set in the second I saw who my son was matched up against on the line. The kid in the red pants on the left was at minimum, as tall as me. He was a good foot taller than every other kid on the field too. I still giggle thinking back to my husband muttering, I want to see that kid’s birth certificate. He was HUGE! Fortunately for my son, he was more like a big teddy bear and didn’t offer much resistance.