Finally!

Guess who FINALLY lost a tooth!

There's a heart attack in my future.

Jake has been waiting for years to play football.  Our county league starts at age eight, which seemed like a good age to this mommy.  At least, it did when he was five.  Several years down the road.  Until then, we could stick with soccer and baseball.  I, for one, am much more comfortable with those no-pads-needed sports!

But guess what.  Years do go by, and cute little five-year-old boys do grow up into big kinda-tough eight-year-old boys.  And mommies find themselves registering their babies for the local tackle football league.  Oh goodness.

So, here's where I admit my bad mothering thoughts to all the world.  On Jake's first day of practice - a 100+ degree day in August - I sent him off with his daddy for two hours of real football drills.  I knew there would be yelling coaches and hot sweaty bodies under heavy, uncomfortable pads.  I knew he would get hit and knocked down.  And while I hoped and prayed he wouldn't actually get hurt, I also hoped and prayed that he would hate it.  I had my little speech all planned out.  You know the one... "You made a commitment to the team, and you will play - and give it your all - for the whole season.  But then you never have to play football again."  It would be a teaching moment and my heart would only have to suffer through one season of tackle football.  Oh, and did I mention I really hoped he would sit the bench all season?  It's true.

But here's the kicker.  That first night after his first practice, Jake walked in the house beaming.  I've never seen him so happy - no, overjoyed - about anything.  Ever.  And after a shower - I couldn't actually stay in the same room with him due to the overpowering smell of hot, sweaty boy - he told me how much he loves football.  Later, his daddy told me how practice went down, and yes, my boy got yelled at, and run hard, and hit and knocked down a-plenty.  But my boy also got to hit and knock down somebody else's boy.  And he liked that.

It's been over a month.  Jake's practiced three times a week for two hours at a time.  He's played in two games.  Should have been three, but now we're all sick - except for Camden, of course, who started it all - so the Wildcats had to struggle through last night's game without their star second-string offensive lineman.  Sorry Wildcats.  He really wanted to be there.  And after all these hours of the hardest work this little man has ever had to do, he's even more in love with football.

This mommy's dreams of not worrying about concussions and broken bones and torn whatnots have been successfully dashed.  I've got a lot of worrying in my future.

But when I see that boy's gleefull face, I figure I'll gladly worry.  He sure does love the game.

I think it's a good thing these boys wear helmets.  Because that cute face couldn't possibly cause the fear and intimidation he'd like to instill in his opposing defensive lineman.  But I sure do think it's sweet!

Nightmares and Snotty Noses

See this boy?  Looks all sweet and innocent, right?

Don't let him fool you.

This boy has been having nightmares lately.  Most involve being chased by robbers, and once he's told his mommy the story he can go right back to sleep.

But the other night his nightmare was a little more disturbing.

He dreamed his principal shot him.

And no, we're not going to try to figure that one out all phsychologically and stuff.

Sufffice it to say, he was a little shaken up.

Which means only one thing.

Mom must sleep with the boy - NOSE TO NOSE.  There is no other option.  Or position.

Did I mention that this boy had a cold?

Because he did.

And now that he feels fine, his mom most certainly does not.

Just thought I'd share.

I had this teacher in high school and she was awesome.  She taught 10th grade English.  She was young - just out of college and a former classmate of my best buddy's big sister.  She drank diet coke like it was going out of style.  She introduced me to Jane Austen and even made us all dress up for a day and act all ettiquette-y.  She really cared about her students.

Then she got married.  So exciting!  And then she had kiddos and stopped teaching so she could stay home for them.  My kind of girl!

And then, last week during our terrible rain and flooding, she lost her twelve-year-old son.

I've been heartbroken for her and for her family.  I've wondered how on earth one can go on, continue functioning, after the death of a child.

In the eulogy she gave at her sweet boy's memorial service the other day (read it here), she answered my question.

She has such love for her children and for the Lord.  She has faith.  And she continues, after all these years, to be an example to me.  I will forever remember that a gentleman should walk on the street side of a lady so she doesn't get hit by the trash - and worse - someone might throw out an upstairs window.  And I will forever remember the love and faith of a wonderful mother.

Please keep this family in your prayers.

10:00 pm

I thought he went to bed a little too willingly tonight...