TNMC

My son's football season ended today, not exactly on the frozen tundra, but certainly in the frigid rain.  He had a tough game, with the opposing team's biggest player constantly lining up across from him.  But despite getting repeatedly run over, he kept popping back up and taking another shot at it, without complaint.  He won plenty of praise from the coaches today for toughness.  And he's already looking forward to next season.

To say I'm proud of him is an understatement.  We didn't encourage him to play football.  He decided it all on his own.  Actually, it was more like we had to slow him down.  He's been watching the bigger kids practice at the park in town since he was two years old.  Finally getting to join the team was a big deal for him.  His only real complaint is that they don't get helmets at this level.

He's made huge progress during the course of the season.  He's a much faster runner now and a lot more confident.  And he made a ton of new friends.  It's been a pleasure watching him develop a dream and tackle it, even at his very young age.  I can't wait to see him take the next step.