Young boys somehow seem drawn to football (and the like). Much like toy guns, you don’t even need to expose them to it for them to find away to get their hands on one. It begins at a young age…
…and grows from there. Until, the day you thought you saw so far off in the future is here. Your boys is no longer the cute little boy on the field holding a ball that is almost as big as him. His youthful years are just a blurred image in the background. The image was clear as ever. I stood there on the football field, capturing photos of the Varsity players as they prepared to return to the field for the second half of the game. My focus suddenly turned from the players to this little toddler with the football in his hands. For a brief moment, it took me back to my boys’ toddler years when, they too, hold on to footballs nearly as big as themselves with complete delight. And NOW these two are officially adults.
It [now] seems like it happened in a blink of an eye. I can hardly believe it; my baby is now 18 years old and in his final year of high school. I watch him high fiving his teammates, and cheer his team from the sidelines while waiting for a mild concussion to pass — and I feel for him. He’s waited for this year, spent hours in the gym and at the table trying to bulk up for the chance to make grand contributions to the varsity team’s success.
I hope and I pray that he will soon be fully recovered and able to have the grand experience that he has dreamed of without any more injuries.
Before we know it, this too will be gone…in a blink of an eye.