Last night April and I went and watched our little buddy AJ’s first football practice.
He’s six, and it’s his first season.
As the practice began, I noticed how often the children—those with parents there—scanned the sidelines to check to see that their parents were watching.
It reminded me of being a kid, myself, and knowing my mom and dad were always going to be in the stands and/or on the sidelines watching me and cheering for me.
There really is something special, something empowering, that happens to a child when he knows his parents care enough to be there watching him practice and play.
He feels valued.
He knows he’s loved.
I look back on those days and realize that I took for granted that my folks would always be there.
So I post this today to say thank you to them, and also, to remind you who are parents just how important it is to your kid that you’re showing up each day.
Even if they don’t say it.
Even if they don’t even know it yet.
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