I don’t know about you, but there have been times in my life where I have wanted something so bad that I thought was going to be the greatest thing ever - only to receive it and it became one of the worst things that could happen to me.Â
My son loves sports. My son loves football. His goal is to play college football. His dream would be to make it to the NFL. Some things are a reality and some things are a dream. I know he is a good player. I know he has the ability to play beyond high school. I’m not sure he would have the drive and dedication to play beyond college. He had an amazing season this year - and for that I am very proud of him.Â
He asked to be able to try out for a competitive 7 v 7 team. We let him try out and received the official offer. I am overly excited for him. Looking at the schedule, it might not be a real possibility. There is a lot of travel involved - which means more financial burden on an already stretched account. There could be a possibility that he could travel with one of the other families for a lot of the tournaments. As his mother, I would sacrifice seeing him play all the time if it means he can pursue his passion for football.
What worries me is that this will always be the thing his father holds over his head. If you don’t do this, no 7 v 7. If you keep doing this, no 7 v 7. The invite to play is a great opportunity to play the sport he loves at a higher level, but it will also become the carrot that gets dangled in front of him - for this, I am sad. I hope and pray that his dad sees the light and turns a corner on developing the right relationship with his son. This is his Blessing and his Curse.
