Tonight my son played his last flag football game of the season. The season went quickly. His team won two games. One was due to forfeit. I couldn't watch a few of games, which made me sad. For some of the season, we had a vehicle that would only seat 5 people, and being in a family of 6, someone has to stay home. I stayed home with my toddler. Then she got sick, so I stayed home with her again.
My son came home from one of his games with his eyes beaming. He sacked the quarterback on fourth down and goal. I was so proud of him; I had wished I could have been there. I was there tonight. It was their playoff game. No one gave them any hope. I went with my son, just him and I. I was quite sure that there would only be one game. My husband stayed home with our toddler and three other children. It was chilly and there was a drizzling rain. We didn't want the children to get a cold.
I told my husband that we would be home after the game, unless they won. They did win. My son got the flag a few times and caught a pass. The pass didn't count because there was a penalty, but he still caught it. It was the first time I had seen him get a ball thrown to him. He also got a kickoff and ran for a few yards. I was so proud of the team!
Since the team won the first game tonight, they got to play a second game an hour later. I offered to get the snacks for after that game. I got them some M&M cookies and Caprisun. The second game did not go as well. My son had some good plays. The whole team did well. Sometimes you just can't win.
I am thankful that he had the opportunity to play with this team. His coach was wonderful. It was my son's first season of flag football. He learned a lot. I think it is important for children to learn how to play on a team.
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