Tackle With Love, Son

Dear Friends,
The big son decided this year he’d like to give football a try. He’s a gentle soul by nature – a pacifist at heart – but, he’s discovered a love for mannish sports. I look at him, smiling with his gigantic football gear on and pray it keeps him safe from injury. Though, I know it’s impossible to ask for such a divine favor – so I’ll just ask that he has fun and that he’ll only require a bandaid from time to time.

max footballWe can’t protect our children anymore than we can make ourselves less vulnerable to life. What we can do is arm them with self-confidence. So when their young minds are conflicted or they find themselves in a precarious situation, they can remember the mantra, “I’m better than this…”

After I took this silly-faced picture of the big son, he said, “I’ll feel bad if I hurt anyone, mom.”

I responded quite motherly, “Then tackle them with love, my son.” Then I glanced up at the sky and thought, I hope you’re tackled with love too.

Love Tackle

Love Tackle

On the way to the big son’s 5 and 1/2 hour practice today, we saw the sun’s rays peeking through. We both took this as a good sign…

sunraysThank you. May you dream this evening of the world’s children being safe from harm.

Big Son with Goofy Face photo taken August 14, 2014
Blue Footballer drawn August 18, 2014 with Prism and fingers crossed (right hand only, needed left to draw)
Sun rays taken this AM, August 19, 2014

6 thoughts on “Tackle With Love, Son

  1. Best wishes to your adorable son on his football season! And great advice — to tackle with love — you’ve given him. (I’m going to tell my husband that; he’s STILL playing football at 56!). 🙂


    • Thank you. He’s got about nine more days of 5 1/2 hour practices – crazy.
      I can’t believe your hubbie still plays football – amazing – good for him!!! Do you cheerlead 😉
      AnnMarie 🙂


      • No, I’m no cheerleader, AnnMarie. Well, actually I’m cheering for him to quit playing, which would open up our autumn (my favorite season) weekends! Best of luck to your son this season. Wow, 5 1/2 hours of practice! I guess young men can handle that, though (me, no). 🙂


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