After a long and eventful (and wonderful) Mother’s day (for reasons other than Mother’s Day) my little one and I went out to toss the football around. I have to say that my baby has a tight spiral and I love saying it because guess what–he got it from his momma. That’s right. I taught him how to throw a football.
Many times I’ve wallowed in the guilt of single parenthood. And though it may not be the most ideal situation, I know that I am making the best of our two-person family. People say one of the reasons a little boy needs a father around is to play catch, go to games and learn about sports. Well, my little one may need a male role mole but now for that. He has me and my love of sports rivals any man’s.
The little one and I have gone to MLB games, college baseball games, and NBA games. We play video games together and I cheered him on every Saturday at his flag football games. I love sports and he knows he can ask me almost anything and I can tell him. A couple of years ago when I would get home late at night from a class he would put the television on ESPN for me before he went to bed. (Awwww).
Once we move (again) I have to get him in baseball. His dream is to be a baseball player. I’ve expressed the need to get an education just in case but I’m pretty sure he’s not trying to hear that. Though there is no way he doesn’t know how much I value education.
Last week I signed him up for swim lessons. Now that should be interesting.
To all the women out there who work to enrich a child’s life -
