It was a big day in the Mc Donald household Saturday.
After all the whining I've done - for the past four months - about being a football mom, you know I have secretly loved every minute of it. I even read "Football for Dummies" so as not to look like too much of an idiot at the games. I spent more money than I thought possible on outfitting a kid so he wouldn't look like too much of an idiot.
The Pee Wees didn't start out to be a great team. Actually, they weren't even really a very good team. They were scattered and mostly new to each other, and the record they had to go on was, well, pretty crappy. Last year, this team won one game. The bar was low, but so was the morale.
I didn't care much in the beginning that they might be the laughing stock of the league. I was still in the Everyone Gets a Trophy/We're Just Here to Have Fun stage of my son's athletic career. But it didn't take long before I had to either go big or go home. Either I got serious about football, or Jack was going to fail miserably. So I stopped going to practice with him. I stopped babying him, trying to get him to tie his shoe by shouting to him in the middle of a play. I sat still when he was mowed down by a bigger player and I was certain that multiple bones lay crushed beneath his pads. I didn't really bond with the other
In the end, it was all worth it.
When those boys walked onto the field Saturday morning, I'm sure I was the proudest mom there. They came to that game with an amazing 7 and 2 season record, and I was as ready as anyone to scream my head off as they faced the toughest team in the league - an undefeated team - for the Season Championship Title. They could have lost, and I would have told you it was the best football season I'd ever seen.
But they didn't.
With three minutes left in the game, my son and his team pulled a two point lead to take home that trophy.
I've never yelled so loud for so long. I cried. All the moms cried. The coach cried, the boys cried. I don't think I've ever had such a proud and exhilarating moment as a mother.
Now that the season is over, I wonder what we will do with all of our newfound free time. (Or worry. God, this means I have to start cooking again. No more excuses for drive-thru.) I realize I am really going to miss the insanity of football.
Which just means that I'll have to gear up to start it all over again next August.
Thank God :)