4:50 a.m. – the alarm rings its tune from the kitchen counter. No need to have set it (and checked twice)–I was awake at 4:00.
Time to make sausage links.
Knowing that other moms and dads were in their kitchens at the butt-crack of dawn made me smile. Understanding the reason why we were doing this filled my eyes with tears.
It’s been a fantastic football season and the playoff party starts tonight. As a mama, it’d be easy to plaster pictures of my player and his stats on this blog. It’s my blog, right?
But that has not been the tone of this season.
With every win (there’s been a lot), with each loss (there’s been two), it’s only ever been about one thing.
The guy standing next to you.
When a local newscaster thrusts a mic in front of the star quarterback for one of the big win games, you don’t hear I did this or I’m so great because…
Instead you hear, “I couldn’t have done it without my defense. They are the best in the city.”
A linebacker makes some critical 4th down stops. “The offense really came through for us tonight.”
Many of these Shawnee Heights T-Birds have played together since they were in third grade. They have become brothers from other mothers and misters. They practice together, go to school together, hang out on weekends together. These men are the first to give each other a hard time and the first to rise the when someone else does.
I have witnessed a movement with the parents, too. Moms and dads who show up each week toting food for Thursday night team dinners. A tireless TD Club president whose kiddo was out with a knee injury before the season began and still coordinated and led members through the year. Adults who stepped up when they were needed with smiles and positive energy.
Imagine if we treated each other like teammates. Lifted one another up when the other was down. Filled in the gaps, scraped off the negativity, and blocked the self-doubt when an opponent was barreling in on us.
And speaking of opponents. These guys pick them up, too. As a parent, you want reassurance that you’ve raised a good man. I see the back-pats and handshakes to start the game and I see the same at the end – no matter how tough the battle or gritty the contest.
So, as I head out to the last senior breakfast I’ll ever serve, I’ll throw out a challenge to anyone reading this: players, coaches, teachers, students, parents, fans –
Look to your left.
Look to your right.
Play for the person on either side of you…and then watch them do the same.
Video credit to Brooklyn Armbruster – another talented Senior T-Bird. Crank it up – see you all tonight!!!
Please excuse the brevity and any typos you may find – I wrote this in 5 minutes – we have a game to go to!