This year marks the first time my sons have engaged in football, and it’s been quite the adventure for our family. When practice sessions began, both boys—along with many teammates—were novices, unfamiliar with the game’s rules, and even how to properly don their football gear. Fortunately, they have a coach who embodies patience, understanding that these are young children in the second to fourth grades and that this experience should be enjoyable and educational.
Adhering strictly to league guidelines regarding practice hours, our coach has shown the players the significance of rules and discipline, even if other teams do not follow suit. We started the season with precisely 11 players—just enough to fill each position without any backups. This means our boys have had to play both offense and defense without pause, with only one additional player who joined later to substitute in case of injuries, while facing teams with far larger rosters. In fact, most opposing teams had at least double our numbers, and some relied heavily on their fourth-graders, whereas our team only has two.
Each game feels like a classic David-and-Goliath scenario, but unfortunately, David has yet to taste victory. As a mother, it’s been incredibly tough to witness. I see how much effort and progress my sons have made, yet they continue to be outmatched week after week. Every turnover and fumble makes me wince, and each missed tackle weighs on my heart. My greatest fear is that they might become disheartened, avoiding new challenges due to the fear of failure, even though I see so much potential in them.
Remarkably, they have remained undeterred by their losses, eagerly lining up for each game, ready to burst through the spirit line alongside their cheerleaders and their sign. While they certainly desire to win, their enthusiasm for practices and games remains intact, and I respect them greatly for that. We celebrate their learning and progress, encouraging them to persevere. Watching a group of kids, who once had little knowledge of the game, successfully execute plays has been genuinely inspiring.
I’ve shared with them that sometimes, losing can motivate us to work harder and make winning even more rewarding. The anticipation of witnessing their first victory—whether this season or the next—feels like waiting for Christmas morning without a calendar to count the days. As a person who often likes to take control of situations, it’s been challenging to accept that I can only support them during this process. However, I’ve come to realize that this journey is not solely about them; it’s also about my own growth.
My role as a mother is evolving from protector to a supportive coach. We walk this path together, using my experiences to guide them while venturing into uncharted territory. Knowing that my own challenges have shaped me into a strong individual gives me hope that my sons too will emerge stronger from these tough experiences.
Parenting transcends mere guidance and teaching; it involves personal development as well. I am choosing to navigate the complexities of new emotions while simultaneously helping them through situations I’ve already faced. This endeavor, though daunting at times, is exhilarating as we both learn that not succeeding does not equate to being a “loser.” Raising children who can derive growth from setbacks is one of my most cherished goals, and although the outcomes are ultimately in their hands, I am committed to coaching them with all my might.
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In summary, the journey of introducing my sons to football has been not just about the sport itself, but also a profound lesson in resilience, growth, and the importance of embracing challenges.