Summer is slowly, but surely coming to an end. We can feel it. The back-to-school signs are everywhere, and the reminders are coming that we need to turn in our health forms to the school nurses.
Lisa has been especially busy with this because Bobby is going to be playing football for the second year in a row. Kids participating in sports must have everything turned in early, or they can’t practice.
No pressure or anything, though.
In prepping all the forms and chatting on the phone, we got to talking about a post from our friend Chris at The Mom Cafe that we absolutely LOVED reading. If you are not familiar with Chris, let us just tell you how much we adore her. Chris was our very first true blog fan, meaning she was the very first person who started reading us and commenting on us regularly, who was not related to either of us by blood (we feel *insanely lucky* that others have been added to that list since then). She is loyal and supportive and truly the definition of a good girlfriend. We don’t even have to meet her in real life to know how amazing she is!
Her amazing post was about a momentous moment in her son’s life. It happened to occur at his flag football game, but the overall message of the moment was so much bigger than a game. We talked about the post for over an hour and then realized that we needed to share it with all of you. Everyone needs to read this post. It will be one that will stay with you, and if you are like us you will find yourself thinking about it all the time.
We are going to share a little of the post with you here…
Last Saturday, while watching my six-year-old son play flag football…something amazing happened. First of all, you must know that we played him “up” because he is quite the athlete. (To his father’s credit) So my little guy is playing in the big league with 2nd and 3rd graders this fall. He is doing great! He is fast. He is catching balls a field’s length away. He is running in and out and around and down the field like a bolt of lightening that makes me go… “WOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!” Yeah. I’m kinda proud….
This huge kid, I mean he has got to be about 6 feet tall weighing in at 237 pounds. Yes, this might be an exaggeration. But compared to my little skinny guy weighing in about 40 pounds plus a hair…the other boy is a GIANT to me. As he runs full force down the field, my miniature man goes flying toward him. The giant stumbles and ends up pummeling my baby head on with a nice steamroll slam. I do the mama thing: I hold my breath. I stare wide-eyed and terrified. I can’t see my little man because the giant is too big lying on top of him….
You have to read the rest to see how the moment played out.
http://themomcafe.com/grab-the-flag/
We are closing comments here, so that you can all go to Chris’ site and share the Dose love with her directly!
Thank you Chris for letting us share this amazing post and for being such a fantastic friend in the blogosphere!
Chris and her adorable family!