The day before I had my ultrasound, I knew deep down we were having a boy. Weeks before, I began dreaming of a little boy who looked a lot like my husband. I told Ryan that we didn't really even need to go to find out what we were having because I was absolutely certain it was a little boy. God knew that I was made to be a boy mom! From the moment I was sure we were having a little Caleb (instead of a Kylie), I dreamed of football. I knew deep down that I was raising a football player! Ryan carefully picked out an orange and white Tennessee outfit to bring Caleb home in. As parents, we agreed to support him in whatever he wanted to do.... We tried baseball and we offered soccer, but his little heart loves football!
We signed Caleb up a little early for football this year. He's playing on a 5 and 6 year old team and he's also the baby of the team since his birthday is in November. He's always been big for his age, so we thought we'd give it a try. He isn't the fastest on the team, but he's got a huge heart! He has the attitude of an NFL player...
At practice last week, Caleb took a nasty hit. One of the more experienced kids on the team tackled him hard. He cried for a couple of seconds, realized he was okay, and wanted to go up against the same kid again! The coaches said he took the hit of the season.
On Friday night, I got a text from the coach telling us Caleb would have the honor of carrying the Pounder Hammer onto the field and would be Saturday's team captain for the game.
I cannot believe we have an almost five year old. His little personality is such a shining spot in our family. There's never a dull moment with Caleb around.
I had a huge proud mama moment seeing him walk out onto the football field carrying the hammer. I graduated as a Pounder and this little child of mine is playing as a Pounder. And it's pretty cool that he's the baby of the team this year.
I think the most surprising part is discovering more and more of his personality through football. He may be one of the smaller ones on the field, but he makes up for it with attitude. Caleb got thrown into practicing four hours a week, doing a lot of physical exercise for his age, joining something very structured, and playing once a week. I love that through everything he just keeps trying. He doesn't give up easily and he's showing us how he can hang in there with bigger kids. He's got some amazing determination for a four year old. I never imagined he'd get hit and get back up asking for more. I see him leaving behind his baby stage that needs me all the time for getting wild with his new friends.
I think Caleb has inherited our love of the sport and a lot of our stubbornness. As long as he enjoys it and loves the game, we are most definitely all in. I'd be proud of him for not playing any sports, but I love watching him grow through his love of football.