I always knew Bailey would want to play sports and he’d be very good at them. He’s been playing baseball on a league for 4 years now. He’s 8 now, which means 3rd grade, which in turn means FOOTBALL!!! And for 3rd grade boys here, that is the best thing since sliced bread!! For some reason even dreaming of Bailey playing football makes him seem so old. Why is that?? He’s played sports his whole life. Why is football any different??
I feel like he’s grown up right before my eyes just this summer. Does anyone know what I mean?? Or am I alone here? Maybe because playing baseball has always been a staple in this house and football is new. I know it’s only flag football but still, he could get hurt. I know he could get hurt walking out the door, I know. I’ve always been protective over him even when I was pregnant. I didn’t even go to a concert because I was afraid I’d get tripped or fall down a flight of stairs. By the way my loving father in law agreed with me on that so I’m not completely delusional!! But now he’s getting older and I can not protect him from everything, nor do I really want to. Well I do but I know I can’t. He has to get hurt to learn how to deal with it, make him stronger. But he’s my baby!!! My only baby and it’s honestly killing me to see him grow up so fast!! It doesn’t help that he’s 8 in a size 10! Like his Grandma tells all of them, ” I tell you to stop growing but you don’t listen!”
That’s not to say we’re not proud of the way they are growing and learning, it just makes me sad is all. I’ll never get these precious years back. I watch my niece Trinity grow into a beautiful young lady, so smart and so funny. God it seems like yesterday they were only babies in their little Vikings outfits!! So here’s to football and our babies getting old. I just pray my tenderhearted sensitive Bailey won’t get beat up too much on the football field!! Wish him luck…actually you should probably be wishing me luck!!!