Our eighth grader does not yet weigh 80 pounds, despite much effort to gain weight over the last year. Yet he sees himself as a football quarterback. He has the leadership skills for it, but…
When a high school principal asked him a few weeks ago what activities he would like do at her school, he said, “Basketball, guitar, debate, maybe robotics, and if I gain 100 pounds this summer, I want to play football.”
She thought he was joking, and was totally charmed.
The dream continues to percolate. “Mom,” he said the other day, “how much exactly would I have to weigh for you to let me play football?”
“A hundred and fifty.”
“Seriously?! But I’d be playing quarterback. I wouldn’t get hurt!”
“Okay, a hundred.” Might as well make it sort of attainable.
Meanwhile, his older brother is at the 150-pound mark. Strong. Loves to get in the way. Would make a decent offensive lineman. But he plans to sacrifice his body to football in another way.
When he got his learner’s permit, he registered as an organ donor. “I’m donating my collarbone to Aaron Rodgers.”
…because even the best quarterbacks with bones bigger than toothpicks get tackled. And there are many ways to be a part of a sport you love. Sometimes, when you’re a 13-year-old boy, it’s just tough to see that.