Football Season.

 

Odin decided to play football. This will be his first year. I am a football fanatic, but never wanted to push it on him. I was so excited when we asked if he could try it for his 8th grade year. He’s been going to summer workouts and camps. He’s loving it. I’ve been absolutely ecstatic, until this morning. It hit me. He’s going to take the field for his first game. Fully dressed. Under the lights. He’s going to line up. The ball will get snapped. He’ll make his first tackle. His name will be announced though the stadium. Everyone will cheer. And my dad won’t be there to see it.

 I ugly cried this morning. I thought I’d been through all the firsts without dad and Jo. This is one I never thought would happen. He never wanted to play. But anyone who knows me, knows my love for the game. Football was the glue to my relationship with my dad. He had me running routes when I was 3 years old. I know the refs signals. I can tell you where most NFL players went to college. I watch the draft every year. Super Bowl is my favorite holiday. It’s a big thing for me. And my dad won’t be there beside me, screaming at the refs. I’ll have to get kicked out alone. I know it will all be ok, it always is. I’ll get through it. But there will be lots of tears shed in September.