Don't worry, this is not a Bieber post...even though I did just watch the movie this weekend and enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. :-)
This is a post about yet another thing I didn't think I would do as a parent until I was in the situation. (I know there will be more.. :)Two years ago we went to the Opening Night of Pee Wee football---a HUGE event in our town-- and I shook my head at the thought of putting one of my precious children out on a football field, ESPECIALLY at the tender age of seven.
Then I had a seven year old son who developed a passion for sports. After watching him study the game during football season, play endless match ups on the Wii, take on 10-11 year old boys on the lawn outside the pool, and literally go bonkers over the mention of a school team that he is old enough to play for...well, now I cannot imagine NOT letting my boy play this Fall.
So, we signed him up to attend football camp this week. Sunday my husband took him to purchase a peewee sized ball and to try on pads. This morning he climbed in my bed at 6 am with Sunny, the lovey he has slept with since he was 5 months old, in one hand and his new football in the other. When I questioned him about the presence of a ball in my bed he replied "I swept wiff it 'cause Dad said that's what the guys who win da championships do."
He is a little guy. He will undoubtably look like a bobble head when he dons pads and a helmet. His water bottle is almost the size of his torso...but he has a big boy swagger and he has a champion-sized heart.
This is going to be fun.