During the Youth League Football playoffs, K forgot his helmet. I dropped him off and returned home as fast as I dared. Forty minutes later, I arrived; a coach was waiting for me. As I parked, I saw him sprint to the other side of the football field.
I walked to the bleachers; our defense stood on our 30-yd line. A time out was called; K ran out onto the field, still fastening his chin strap. Play resumed.
All of a sudden, the ball was fumbled. One of our guys picked it up and ran to the other end of the field. Three plays later, we had scored a touch down.
The other team didn't even get close to our end of the field after that. During one of the games, my SU overheard one of the opposing team coaches say, "What are we going to do about #72? He's spending more time in our backfield than our own guys!"
That was the day I learned how valuable my child was to his football team. Not only could he tackle, but he assisted on offense.
His team won the Super Bowl, effectively shutting out the defending champs, who had been undefeated for several years until my child joined the Monrovia Youth Football League.
K went on to be chosen for the All-Star team, and once again, helped his team go undefeated and win the tournament. Soon afterward, parents asked us if we had any plans to move into the school district, already planning for the junior high and high school years!
We're currently experiencing a family crisis, one I'm not ready to talk about just yet. I just ask for prayers of support and strength as we deal with this sudden upheaval in our lives.