Forgive me for a moment, while I depart from our regularly scheduled programming…
That’s my son, from his first season of football in 2005. His very understanding coach let him wear a Cowboys jersey to practice (and called him Emmitt.) My quiet, intellectual, bookish son fell in love with football, and hasn’t looked back since. I’ve watched him lost and sad at the end of each season, and overjoyed and excited to get his equipment at the beginning of the next. This is my son, in 2011:
Today he plays his last game in the Upper Loudoun Youth Football League. His team, the Bandits (my husband is an assistant coach) is facing off against the Vikings for the A-League championship. Win or lose, my son leaves recreational football taking away with him some of the most important life lessons about teamwork, friendship, grace, and dignity. The brotherhood among these players is awesome. Some of the most amazing men have coached my son and helped shape him into the young man I see before me today. I’m so proud of him, and for what the organization has meant to him and our family for the last seven seasons. A sincere thank you to the coaches, volunteers, and players who helped make this possible.
Cheers,
Heather (a football mom)
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