My son is growing up so fast. Like every other little boy, he has moved from toy cars and planes, to building blocks and Beyblades, to Ben 10s & Transformers, to Rubik’s cubes and his own glider invention, to football.
The flavour of the season is definitely football and it looks like this season is going to last a while.
His toys, and his sketches for his invention are forgotten, as he runs down to play football the moment he is back from school.
He is learning the lingo of the game, learning to identify players; comes back with spiked hair dunked in sweat, and is building loyalties. It is sweet to watch his indignation after a game with his friends, when he feels the other team won only by breaking the rules. Another phase…..
This morning, while I sipped my coffee, I felt two little arms wrapping themselves around me. It was my son. We hugged each other a good morning.
His eyes then lit up. He said, animatedly, “Mom, do you know about the ‘sliding-side-slip’ tackle in football?”
I said, “No.”
He then launched into a detailed description of the technique, demonstrating to me its finer nuances and how his opponent would be left wondering where the ball went.
I nodded and asked, “So, where did you learn this? Who taught you? Did you learn it from Messi ( my son’s idol)?”
He replied, “No, no, I invented this tackle, it is fantastic.”
I am struggling with laughter now.
He then said, “Maybe this will help Messi also. Messi needs to know this. Can you send him an email?”
Yes, Messi needs to know! ….I laugh quietly to myself.