Football--The Season Is Over

Football. I hate it. I love it. My husband never hates it. Neither do my three sons. Football is happening every fall for us for the next 11 or so years. 

This past fall was about acceptance for me. And I did what moms do, I didn't just accept it, I kind of embraced it. I drove them to practice. I cheered for them. I made them eat better and sleep more and work hard. I worried (SO DAMN MUCH). I got into it. I hated some refs and bad calls. I loved most of the coaches and supportive teams and families. I used the game to teach tough life lessons. I used the game to learn some tough life lessons. I made a football birthday cake for Wade. I made shakers for JT's team. I didn't miss one of Peyton's games. I even wore freakin t-shirts and hats with their team name/logo on it sometimes. And well, I actually enjoyed parts of it. Seeing them happy makes me happy. I love that we can be there for each other. I think I still have a way to go with this whole embracing thing, but it's better than hiding in my car praying aloud for one of them to get involved in theater. Football is happening and I am going to be a part of it, because they love it. 


Here are a few shots from the last couple weeks of football and my total acceptance:

Whose kid is this? How can this be Peyton?

Baby Wade had his own team this year too.
Because of course he did.

Something good happened and Wade and his buddy were so excited.

All my boys.

Tim is JT's coach.

All the boys watched film together and talked about designing plays and it was pretty sweet.

JT's team made it to the little kid Super Bowl last Saturday. They lost but it was a big deal for them.

Wade got a water boy trophy.

I feel like I deserve a piece of this trophy for my acceptance/support/mothering of my three sons this past season. And I only cried a little bit and had one mild-ish panic attack. Boosh!