My son started playing football this year. I'm not quite sure how this is going to go, but we are trying it out. On days he has practice, we have a routine. I get home, he plays sick. He goes through the motions of moaning and groaning about hating football. I respond with a parental message of good health, exercise, and perseverance. In response, he begins to dress for practice. He gears up in the under armor, football socks and football cleats. Once at practice, he gears up with shoulder pads, goggles (he wears prescription glasses), and helmet. He is READY. Ready for what the game has in store.
He is now on the field, in his first game, running and tackling. During the game he starts to have fun. Goggles fog up, he can't see - the coach ask if he wants to stop playing and he responds, "no". He can't see, but he wants to stay in the game.
After the game, I ask him if he hates it, he smiles.
I can relate. I've held positions throughout the years where I would hate to get up. I get to the building and then I'm all in the game. Can't see for hating the place, so much, but I'm all in.
More prevalent, is being a single parent. There are many days that I wake up in pure disgust - I hate it. How did I get here? I hate it. Each day, I wake up, get dressed in my single parent gear. It's filled with perseverance, positivity, patience, drive, love and prayer.
Once I'm all geared up, I get into the game and go for the gusto. I'm a parent. Just like my son is a ball player. I have to get in the game and play regardless of sight or insight. I am the sole player in this game - I do everything. I discipline. I laugh. I cry. I cook. I clean. I love.
My son and I - we've been together for the long haul. I was married only for a moment, but while married my husband worked so much, it was still just the two of us.
We've been in this game for almost eight years now. All he knows is me and all I know his him. We are teammates, in this game together. He throws the balls and I catch them. The tricky part is that I have to run the ball and tackle in every play. I'm the offense and the defense.
I hate it sometimes, but just like my son, once I'm in the game there is some thrill to the action. Pushing through the game win or lose. Ask me if I hate the game in the morning, I would tell you yes. Ask me after I've made it through a day, when the game is over and he is sound asleep - I will just smile.
In life we all have a position to play if we like it or not. The thrill of the game is not how easy or hard it is to play, but the simple fact of being able to keep up in the game. Parent. Wife. Sister. Mother. Brother. Father. Employee. Employer. Get READY, get in the game, play your part and keep on smiling.
He is now on the field, in his first game, running and tackling. During the game he starts to have fun. Goggles fog up, he can't see - the coach ask if he wants to stop playing and he responds, "no". He can't see, but he wants to stay in the game.
After the game, I ask him if he hates it, he smiles.
I can relate. I've held positions throughout the years where I would hate to get up. I get to the building and then I'm all in the game. Can't see for hating the place, so much, but I'm all in.
More prevalent, is being a single parent. There are many days that I wake up in pure disgust - I hate it. How did I get here? I hate it. Each day, I wake up, get dressed in my single parent gear. It's filled with perseverance, positivity, patience, drive, love and prayer.
Once I'm all geared up, I get into the game and go for the gusto. I'm a parent. Just like my son is a ball player. I have to get in the game and play regardless of sight or insight. I am the sole player in this game - I do everything. I discipline. I laugh. I cry. I cook. I clean. I love.
My son and I - we've been together for the long haul. I was married only for a moment, but while married my husband worked so much, it was still just the two of us.
We've been in this game for almost eight years now. All he knows is me and all I know his him. We are teammates, in this game together. He throws the balls and I catch them. The tricky part is that I have to run the ball and tackle in every play. I'm the offense and the defense.
I hate it sometimes, but just like my son, once I'm in the game there is some thrill to the action. Pushing through the game win or lose. Ask me if I hate the game in the morning, I would tell you yes. Ask me after I've made it through a day, when the game is over and he is sound asleep - I will just smile.
In life we all have a position to play if we like it or not. The thrill of the game is not how easy or hard it is to play, but the simple fact of being able to keep up in the game. Parent. Wife. Sister. Mother. Brother. Father. Employee. Employer. Get READY, get in the game, play your part and keep on smiling.
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