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Heaven must hold a special place for mothers indeed. Where then do the mothers of football players go? There has to be a private island in heaven just for us. I have all boys, 3 to be exact. They have my heart and always will. They are the best and sometimes the worst parts of me. There is nothing more amazing to me than the individuals they are becoming right before my eyes. I have birthed then, nursed them, changed them and now follow the paths they are leading. They are all football players. I have watched my little boys playing football for 12 years. I now am watching the oldest for the last time. His senior year is winding to a close.

What an incredible and truly talented human being that God lent to me! I am humbled to tears as I think of his future and the past years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds that are now behind me. I have watched him grow and mature as an athlete and a man. There have been many painfully disappointing days that I struggled to find a word of encouragement. I prayed for something to say so he would still have the faith in himself that all of us need.

My oldest has been yelled at, lied to, and had his hopes dashed over and over again. He has been wrongly accused, misunderstood, and sabotaged by the very coaches that are suppose to be training and encouraging him. I have seen coaches insist that he be something that they themselves are not. I have watched my son hold himself to the highest level of expectation and be unsatisfied with anything less than the best from himself. I have seen him cry in frustration and anger. Never once has he given up. He wanted to many times but was too fearful of what he would miss by pulling out before God was through.

As a mom, I have given tireless hours to our cities football programs over the years. It has played a part in the demise of my marriage, the lack of money, the absence of free time and family vacations, and this stubborn back ache that I call bleacher butt. Would I trade the time spent? Never. I am proud that my boys know what commitment REALLY means, August in Oklahoma wearing football pads. I am thankful that I could be there to encourage them when they thought they were unworthy in the coaches eyes. I was there to say you are the BEST when they thought they weren't good enough. I got to be the one to tell they that they have more integrity than anyone who gets to start simply because of their fathers name. I was there to see them grow and mature and now having a young man closing a chapter in his life and is prepared to open a new one.

I am so lucky to be their mom and to have been chosen to carry them 9 months before they entered the world. No other woman can ever say that her body is physically marked by their births, no one, just me. You know what? I'm already in heaven and it just keeps getting better and better.

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