I have serious reservations.
The boy, at almost 10, weighs a mere 60 pounds. Because of his age, he plays in a division where the maximum weight is 115 pounds. That's almost twice his weight.... Boys twice this size of him could be smooshing him to the ground!!!
This makes a mamma worry.
But he loves it... LOVES IT!
He plays on the B squad which means he is not a starter. PHEW! He also plays in a league that does not have a mandatory play rule. If his team is not up by a certain number of points, he may not even get into the game. Double Phew!!
When a new league, one that DOES have a mandatory play rule, opened up this summer, he and I talked about switching, but he wanted to stay with the league in which he played last year. We decided we'd see how much playing time he got and reevaluate at the end of the season.
My Boy's team was up by 21 points at the half this weekend. He played most of the 3rd and all of the 4th quarter.
My Boy played quarterback.
He led his team.
He scored a touchdown himself on a bootleg left fake!
Do you know what it feels like to see your child excel and lead doing something he loves?
To see him run to the sideline for the play call before each play?
To see him up on the line, looking left, then right, audibling plays like a mini Peyton Manning?
To see his bashful grin when he comes to you at the end of the game, knowing he rocked it?
To hear him, normally shy and quiet, rehash the whole thing, first to you, then to your friend and then a third time to his grandpa on the phone.
I had chills.
I couldn't sit still.
I grinned from ear to ear the whole way home.
My heart was full.
This is why I let him play despite my reservations.
He LOVES IT. I cannot, in my heart, keep him from it.
So I pray for his safety and that of his teammates and opponents,
And in the meantime, I am
ONE PROUD MAMMA!