I realize I am a teacher.
My son stands there with the car door open and unsnaps his shoulder pads and pulls the whole contraption over his sweaty head. Sweaty from his football helmet. He looks around nonchalantly and waves goodbye to his twin friends. I am getting a read on him as to how he spent the last two hours. He lumps himself into the passenger seat as we remove ourselves from the darkened practice field parking lot amid all the other cars."So, how'd it go?" I ask.
"I practiced with the freshmen."
"Oh." I say, realizing this has happened again because he is small for his age, and my heart sinks because this is good for him, yet bad at the same time. This gives him a chance to bowl other kids over at whatever position he has practiced, because he's finally bigger than them. During the games however, he is at least a foot shorter than the kid he's blocking. This enables him sometimes to "crab block" in which the ball snaps and he's on all fours, perpendicular to the kid he's blocking. They tumble over Lucas. Whistle blows, whatever.
"I got to practice as the quarterback because Landon had to go to catechism."
This gives me new hope. "Quarterback? Wow!" I say with enthusiasm.
This enthusiasm is soon dashed away because then he tells me he threw incomplete passes and couldn't rotate quick enough to hand the ball off before he was sacked several times. This news will not go well once we get home to Dad.
Dad has a different take, and surprises me, and the hope comes back. "Well, at least they put you in a position that they wanted to see you in... they're giving you a chance to see what you got!" he says when we get home.
I am always eager to teach my kids new words, new ideas, to hold a new outlook on life and have new hope. Every day. This is a painful exercise, however - this football stuff. There's a term I like to use, "Daddy Ball." It's challenging, and there is a lot I don't know about raising children and the game of football itself.
I realize I am the Student.
On so many levels... I try and learn something new every day. Things are sticky right now with the push of my own personal growth and development; I'm hoping this doesn't last. People are in and out of my life very quickly it seems lately, and I'm trying not to take it personally.Here at work things seem to be humming along, and I am a little intimidated by the growth we've had and automating some systems that my colleagues might have trouble adopting. There are cultural and generational differences as well. But I must act without fear, and understand the challenges -- and of course, persevere. Communication and cultivation of relationships is of utmost importance as well.
Happy Friday. It's go time.
