Lil G is football mad. During the summer months he slept in his football kits and always talks of scoring the winning goal or saving a penalty. He plays football around the clock – at the park, on the way to school, at lunchtimes and even in our hallway until we call time. It’s an obsession which Mr H is very proud of and secretly I know he hoped for exactly this when we found out at 28 weeks pregnant that we were having a little boy.
Mr H is very passionate about football, he has season tickets for his favourite team, intends on sharing that passion with Lil G very soon which I guess means I get to go shopping, do my own thing or even having a little nap. How lovely does that sound? A little father and son time, a little me time, I’m already looking forward to a spot of that time.
It really makes me smile to think that Lil G has the same passion for football as Mr H still does. Even on a family day out to Trentham Gardens he had to pack a ball. For an hour or more I watched them practice the skills which Lil G is learning at his coaching session on a Friday evening. He kept saying to me, practice makes perfect mummy. One day I’ll be as good as the other boys. In one sense I am so proud of his dedication, his commitment to being the best, on the other hand I am left feeling a little sad. At 5 years old he is aware that some of the boys are bigger, better and stronger than he is. He’s still so slight and definitely lacks in strength. When he arrived prematurely I never thought that his height, weight and strength would still have such an affect on him.
Every parent wants their child to achieve their dreams, to be passionate about something whether it be reading, sports, arts & crafts or music in Lil G’s case. I love his commitment to practising his technique, the fact he sits and listens to Mr H explain the rules, trying so hard to understand the ins and outs. He knows the names of his favourite players and has now taken it one step further and has started to collect football cards. Oh dear me. I will forever be a football widow.
Does your little one have a love for a sport or something alike? The living arrows project originally took it’s name from a poem by Kahlil Gibran, “You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”. Do pop over to the link below to see more posts focussed on celebrating childhood.