I am putting football in it's place.

I don't like the mother or person I have become during this football season. With the pressure of our son fighting for a starting position , the pressure has taken a toll on our family. Trying to find the balance during this season has been hard. Last night was the Coffee Pot Bowl. Listening to all the hipe got old this week. Letting this sport overtake our home has bothered me. I looked into the faces of some of our players last night and it bothered me to see them crying over a game , a football game , how sad. Why? Why has it come to the point that players are so frustrated after losing that they cry? It is because we are putting too much pressure and emphasis on the game. While I do believe that football can develope character and mental tenacity in our young men I also know it can cause great harm when allowed to rule one's soul. I stood behind our son while the coach was talking to the team after the game , I never felt more proud to his mother and as I turned to hug our cheerleader daughter I felt so blessed. No I wasn't happy with our son's playing time. No I wasn't happy that when our son missed one tackle he was immediately taken out while others aren't held to the same standard. Yes , I am tired of feeling the effects of players not being treated equal. But, as we talked to our son today and watched the game on replay, I realized how wrong this has become. Football is not our everything. It is not my son's life. Our son is more than four quarters of play or four plays , whatever the football coaches decide. I decided I must put this game back where it belongs , to be played on Friday night and not worried over the rest of the weekend. I can't worry about the coaches decisions , even if they are wrong.