ptcruisermom
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This is for all you football moms out there ( pee-wee and on up)
Ode to the Football Mom Her Son's #1 Fan
They laugh,cry,scream, sulk, shiver, pout,sweat, pull their hair, bite their nails, pace, worry, smile, yell, frown and bury their heads....all done very gracefully and within a two-hour time span.
Such is the life of a football mom.
Though she is not in on the big play, she feels the thrill ofvicotory and the agony of defeat right along with her son.
There should be awards given to these women at the end of the season-something along the order of a purple heart f or courage, guts and controlled exuberance. Something!
How do they make it through the season without tranquilizers, stock in "Tide", TV d inners, earplugs and ulcers?
I always though that when my day would come I would be a nervous wreck, a screaming spectacle, a bleacher coach, a referee hangman...okay...an uncontrollable wild women.
It is so hard to keep my composure when some fan sitting behind me wants my son's head while the opponent on the field is smashing it into the grass!! "Get off him- that 's my baby!" i want to shout.
I can hardly keep still at the games: up and down with each and every play. I come dressed in our team color's, waving my pom-poms and my son's number. wanting to display a life size portrait and skip the photo button I wear.
Every time my son gets crushed I cringe in pain with him-worrying, moaning, and yes even dying a little.
What is fun about worrying whether you son will be able to get up and walk away from the heap at midfield? or Perhaps watching him walk the sidelines-the only player in a clean uniform?
Somebody please tell me... where's the fun?
Whats fun about your son slamming doors and biting you head off at midnight because he fumbled the ball or missed the game winning touchdown pass?
What's fun about missing Providence until December having to ear quick meals and/or having it sit on the stove until 8:00 PM while everyone eats in shifts.
What happened to spectator glamor anyway, Mom? Oh.. to be young again to wear jeans and a short little coat instead of long underwear, elastic-wait stretch pants ( so you can jump up and down without the big snap) three layers of shirts, a bulky coat or even a snowmobile suit ( which makes me look like a linebacker), stocking cap, a scarf and mittens.
Where is all the fun? is it really worth it?
YOU BET IT IS.
Every lost sock, every Advil, every ruined hairdo, hot bath, goosebumps, and every obnoxious fan we have had to tolerate...it is worth it.
The fun isn't measured by how many times our sons get in the newspaper, the game or what he does when he gets in there. the fun, what makes it all worthwhile, is watching what the game-what a sports experience can do- to convert our little boys into fine young men!
He tackles the real world
and we have a front row seat
Author unknown
For all you fall sports moms good luck and hang in there.
Ode to the Football Mom Her Son's #1 Fan
They laugh,cry,scream, sulk, shiver, pout,sweat, pull their hair, bite their nails, pace, worry, smile, yell, frown and bury their heads....all done very gracefully and within a two-hour time span.
Such is the life of a football mom.
Though she is not in on the big play, she feels the thrill ofvicotory and the agony of defeat right along with her son.
There should be awards given to these women at the end of the season-something along the order of a purple heart f or courage, guts and controlled exuberance. Something!
How do they make it through the season without tranquilizers, stock in "Tide", TV d inners, earplugs and ulcers?
I always though that when my day would come I would be a nervous wreck, a screaming spectacle, a bleacher coach, a referee hangman...okay...an uncontrollable wild women.
It is so hard to keep my composure when some fan sitting behind me wants my son's head while the opponent on the field is smashing it into the grass!! "Get off him- that 's my baby!" i want to shout.
I can hardly keep still at the games: up and down with each and every play. I come dressed in our team color's, waving my pom-poms and my son's number. wanting to display a life size portrait and skip the photo button I wear.
Every time my son gets crushed I cringe in pain with him-worrying, moaning, and yes even dying a little.
What is fun about worrying whether you son will be able to get up and walk away from the heap at midfield? or Perhaps watching him walk the sidelines-the only player in a clean uniform?
Somebody please tell me... where's the fun?
Whats fun about your son slamming doors and biting you head off at midnight because he fumbled the ball or missed the game winning touchdown pass?
What's fun about missing Providence until December having to ear quick meals and/or having it sit on the stove until 8:00 PM while everyone eats in shifts.
What happened to spectator glamor anyway, Mom? Oh.. to be young again to wear jeans and a short little coat instead of long underwear, elastic-wait stretch pants ( so you can jump up and down without the big snap) three layers of shirts, a bulky coat or even a snowmobile suit ( which makes me look like a linebacker), stocking cap, a scarf and mittens.
Where is all the fun? is it really worth it?
YOU BET IT IS.
Every lost sock, every Advil, every ruined hairdo, hot bath, goosebumps, and every obnoxious fan we have had to tolerate...it is worth it.
The fun isn't measured by how many times our sons get in the newspaper, the game or what he does when he gets in there. the fun, what makes it all worthwhile, is watching what the game-what a sports experience can do- to convert our little boys into fine young men!
He tackles the real world
and we have a front row seat
Author unknown
For all you fall sports moms good luck and hang in there.
