There are so many things that I love about being the mother of my boys. They never want to borrow my clothes, a little water (or spit) in the hair makes them presentable, as long as they have clean jeans and a t-shirt they’re good to go in the mornings, and they like CONTACT SPORTS. The only time that last item is bad is when they decide to make “contact” in my house. I’ve enjoyed watching all three of my boys discover sports from pee wee age. Let me tell you, it’s a proud moment when you realize that your little boy has become a man as they burst onto the playing field.
As I’ve written before, Wesley, our oldest son, has been our child of “firsts”. We have experienced a lot as Wesley has grown up and we are still experiencing first time life changes as God presents His path before Wes and Kendal.
I remember well the year that Wes overnight grew a NECK. Not until I looked at a picture just the year before did I notice how he had filled out! He became a Western “Warrior” playing both football and lacrosse for his high school, but football was my favorite sport. That boy could hit. HARD.
Wes was a linebacker and he was tough. I loved watching all of the Warriors play ball, but you know, when your kid is on the field, that’s the one that has your undivided attention. Having his name called out on the loud speaker as he took down his opponent was icing on the cake.
I remember so well one game during his junior year in high school. The opposing team had the ball and just as he passed it to his receiver, Wes turned in time to catch it. With natural reaction, he intercepted the ball and turned towards Western’s end zone running for a touchdown. He made it right to the end zone before being tackled, but he was instrumental in allowing the Warriors to immediately score a touchdown.
I. Went. Ballistic! I was jumping up and down, screaming, yelling, cheering…and wetting my pants. Literally. Listen, moms will tell you; after birthing babies, jumping results in leaking. But hey, it was worth it. I couldn’t have been more proud of my #30!
Great memories for sure. Yep, Wes was our child of firsts; but we’re not done. We have two more boys and we get to experience their firsts.
Next up, CALEB RIGGINS…
Last night, we watched Caleb take the football field. Caleb is #30 – how fitting. Caleb had an amazing game.
Caleb was in on multiple tackles!
Caleb recovered a fumble!!
Caleb INTERCEPTED THE BALL and ran it back within 15 yards of the Warrior end zone!!!
Caleb made me pee my pants…again. Seriously, so worth it.
Good ‘ole #30…
(Notice how much he looks like my other #30!)
Hot, yucky, sweaty, and loving on his Mama…
AND his brother.
That’s good stuff….