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I bought my 15 year old son his first pair of cleats today.

He's joining the football team this year despite growing up in a family devoid of interest in sports, despite never having played football before, and despite my past stance on tackle football in middle school. I refused to let him play, he seemed so young. It felt like too much of a risk.

Am I worried about injuries now? So much yes.

So so much. I know that head injuries, neck injuries, broken teeth, broken bones, did I mention head and neck injuries, are a real concern. And I am concerned.

I'm already worried and the season doesn't start for a few months yet.

But I'm letting him join anyway. Because he wants to. Because he said he'd do it even if I said no.
Because I want to support him in his effort to become stronger, I want to support his need for being a member of a team. Because he's been searching for his place for so long and he feels he may have finally found it.

I remind myself that most high school sports players do not get terribly injured. I remind myself that a kid who's never played football before probably won't get much time on the field. I remind myself that living a sedentary lifestyle is bad for ones health and the idea of working with a coach and team mates in the weight room and on the field has encouraged him to take an interest in physical fitness. I know that having a strong cohort group and mentors is important for kids this age.

I want to encourage him to try new things, to take calculated risks. I don't want him to live in fear like I have my whole life.

I am certain that there will be many people who do not approve of my choice to let my son engage in such a dangerous sport. I get it.

To rationalize my decision to let him play, I think about other rough sports, rugby and lacrosse, even soccer. At least football requires helmets and lots of protective gear.

On the one hand I want to keep my son safe, on the other I want him to try the things he wants to do.

Parenting is a balancing act. As our kids get older, we have to give them some of the choices, some of the weight of the burden of choice.

It's not easy.


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Gina said…
What a wonderful Mom you are!
June 28, 2018 at 8:21 PM
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