Andrew has had games the past two Saturdays; a
34-6 win vs. Hillsboro and a
14-10 win vs. Tigard. In both games, Andrew has run the ball in 4 times for extra points, had a 39 yard touchdown run, one pass and completion, and tackles and sacks on defense. His games have been posted on You Tube (click game links above) and are just 20-25 minutes of the action.
Ok, I'm trying to say this humbly, but there is just something cool about the words,
"my son, the quarterback", so...there it is. I am proud of Andrew and he is a good athlete, no doubt, but it is extra exciting to see your son in a team-leadership roll in sports and a position where he handles the ball a lot. Actually, come to think of it, he is quarterback, point guard, and pitcher in his respective sports so he is a leader and game controller in all those positions. But, we always remind him about giving the thanks to God for his ability and about how much hard work and heart go into becoming a good athlete. Andrew has always had a lot of humility, drive, focus and competitiveness, which has helped him to do well.
What makes me most proud, though, is his sensitive heart for others. Last week, Andrew came home and told me about an older boy who plays flag football with them at recess. He said he feels so bad for this boy because he never got to touch the ball. He said that, finally, that day, the boy got to play quarterback for once and the first pass he threw was an interception and the boy sat out and cried after that. At first, I just listening thinking he was just telling me a story, but then I looked at Andrew's face. His lips were stretched down and slightly quivering as he blinked his eyes. I was thought for a second that he just looked sad because he was thinking about it so much, so I sort of teased, "Are you going to cry?" And, instantly, Andrew nodded and sobbed, "I feel so bad for him!" as his head went down into his hands. He cried for a bit, and was mad that he was crying, which made him feel even worse. It was the most bittersweet-heartbreaking thing as a mom to see your son caring so deeply, hurting for him, and being so proud at the same time. I hugged him and talked it out with him. I helped him think of a way he could help the boy, like by playing catch with him one-on-one starting close together so he can practice throwing and catching. Andrew caught a glimmer of hope then. I asked him if he would be embarassed to do that, and he shook his head with an emphatic 'no'. I also told him he should pray for the boy and I'd pray for him, too. I said I'd pray that Andrew would feel better, too. The next day, Andrew came home from school and was excited to tell me this boy caught a touchdown pass! It was a neat example of how God answers prayer and an experience Andrew can draw strength from.
