MIGrandma
Lives in the middle-of-the-mitten.
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Our DS played football in high school. I absolutely hate football. But, I was in the bleachers at every single game, cheering him/team on. It didn't matter if the weather was nice, or if it was windy and raining, or snowing. We were in the bleachers at all of his games.
I wasn't into sports at all in high school, but was in the band and we put shows on at the football games, both pre-game and at halftime. Neither of my parents ever came. My Dad worked nights and said when I was a senior he would come. Well, when I was a senior I gave up band so I could be on the co-op work program. So he never saw me. It hurt. And I vowed I would never do that to my own children. Whatever they were involved in, we went and supported them. Didn't matter if I liked the activity/sport or not. It was their choice to make, not mine.
I wasn't into sports at all in high school, but was in the band and we put shows on at the football games, both pre-game and at halftime. Neither of my parents ever came. My Dad worked nights and said when I was a senior he would come. Well, when I was a senior I gave up band so I could be on the co-op work program. So he never saw me. It hurt. And I vowed I would never do that to my own children. Whatever they were involved in, we went and supported them. Didn't matter if I liked the activity/sport or not. It was their choice to make, not mine.