It is a unique experience, being the mother of a boy. My heart leaps into my throat at least 10 times a day when my 4-year-old, Raymond, jumps off the back of the couch. I know the names of every Thomas the Tank engine character and use Thomas lingo in everyday conversation. I am well-versed in the makeup of a tornado and can name several types of cloud formations.
Raymond is a very active and outgoing child who rarely sits still. If he is not reenacting scenes from "The Nightmare Before Christmas", we are crafting volcanoes and readying our goggles for our daily mini eruption.
There is, however, a time in which he is completely still and silent. Every Sunday during football season, my son and his father watch the Bears. At 4, he is very intrigued by the game and talks about when he is a big 5-year-old boy and can play football. Committed to helping my children pursue their dreams, I am trying to figure out how a 35 pound kid can play football...
What can I say? Tall and slender runs in our family.
As a mother, I am thinking, "What position would he play?"
and "Who gets tackled the least?"
I know nothing about football, but there is something very sweet about watching the beginning of a mutual bond. Yes, my husband and son have bonded before today, but I can see how this ritual has grown in a short amount of time. And if the day comes when Raymond's enthusiasm strays to another football team, I assume the new ritual will be talking smack and declaring stats and all that fun football speak.
Raymond has yet to see a Bears game live and I anticipate the serious and concentrated look on his face the first time he enters Soldier Field.
Is four too young for a live football game?
Think back to when you were a kid. Did you share an interest with a parent or loved one that still means a lot you?
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