This year marks the first time my two sons have taken to the football field, and what a ride it has been for our family. When the initial practice sessions began, my boys—like many of their teammates—were novices to the game. They struggled with the basic rules and even the fundamentals of putting on their football gear. Thankfully, they were fortunate to have a coach who understood that these kids—ranging from second to fourth grade—needed patience and support; after all, this experience is meant to be enjoyable and educational.
Our coach has diligently adhered to league regulations regarding practice hours, teaching the boys the significance of rules and discipline. Starting the season with just 11 players, our team has faced the challenge of playing both offense and defense without substitutes, going head-to-head against teams with far more players. In fact, many of our opponents have fielded teams with numerous fourth-graders, while we have only two.
Each game has felt like a modern-day David versus Goliath, except David hasn’t tasted victory yet. As a mother, watching this has been gut-wrenching. I see the effort and progress my sons have made, and it pains me to watch them struggle against stronger teams. Every fumble and missed tackle weighs heavy on my heart. I worry they might feel discouraged and shy away from new challenges in the future, despite recognizing their potential.
Yet, what has amazed me is their unwavering spirit. Each game, they excitedly line up to run through the cheerleaders’ spirit line, paper sign in hand. They genuinely want to win, but their determination to return to practice and games each week is commendable. We continuously celebrate their learning and growth, and witnessing them execute plays after starting from scratch is genuinely inspiring.
I’ve shared with them the lesson that sometimes losing can motivate us to work harder, making the eventual victory all the more rewarding. The anticipation of seeing them secure their first win—whether this season or the next—is akin to waiting for Christmas morning without a calendar. As a naturally controlling person, it’s challenging to accept that I can only support them as they navigate their own journeys. However, I’ve come to realize that this season of setbacks is shaping not just them, but also me.
My role as a mother is evolving into something more akin to that of a coach. We’re navigating life’s challenges together, and while I use my experiences to guide them, I’m also stepping into uncharted territory. I hold on to the belief that the hardships I’ve faced have contributed to my resilience, and I trust that my sons will emerge stronger from their own trials.
Parenting is a dual journey—teaching our children while also growing ourselves. I’m bravely exploring new emotions as I guide them through challenges I’ve faced. While daunting, it’s exhilarating to witness our shared growth. We’re learning together that not winning doesn’t mean being a “loser,” and that setbacks can pave the way to future successes. Raising kids who can learn from their shortcomings is one of my greatest aspirations. Even though they are in control of their choices, I’m committed to coaching them with everything I have.
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In summary, while the football season has been filled with losses, it has become a powerful lesson in resilience and personal growth for both my sons and me. We’re learning that the journey is just as important as the destination.
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