Q started playing flag football recently. He loves it. I'm a little nervous about this newborn adoration. This is because of flag football's raucous cousin, tackle football. I have always said that my children can play any sport they want, except for tackle football and hockey - too "dangerous". I'm wondering if I might eat my words one of these days.
Last Saturday, Q's team played two games in one morning. The first game didn't go so well for his team. The second game went a little better for his team, and was an AMAZING game for me. Q made his first touchdown. It wasn't just any old touchdown, it was... AMAZING. I still get all choked up when I think about it. Q got the ball from the QB, weaved in and out of opposing players with finesse and proceeded to haul rear through several yards and into the end zone. It was one of my proudest moments as a mother.
I've been trying to figure out why I was so moved by Q's AMAZING touchdown. There's just something about watching your child run as fast as he can, straight into the arms of glory. I think I might know how Michael Phelps's mother felt at the Olympics :)
1 comment:
You will know soon enough what it is like for Q to run over would be tacklers in the next level. Well done Q-man. This is M writing from K's account.
Post a Comment