The Superbowl and The Seven Year Old

Mim was ALL about the Patriots this year.  “You know, he just likes football because of his friends.” His sister said.  Oh yes, I knew that, but still, it was fun to be a part of his excitement. I have fond memories of family time when the Eagles were in the Superbowl and more importantly when the Phillies won the World Series in 1980.

I had planned a quick dinner so we could eat before the game, but at 4pm he came to me asking for a snuggle so we could talk about snacks.  You see, snacks are very important to the Superbowl.  We agreed that popcorn would be a good choice and maybe some kind of chocolate.  We discussed the evening routine and how he should shower before dinner so he wouldn’t miss any of the game.  All of this in a reverent tone worthy of a discussion of the Nobel Prize.  It was hard to keep a straight face.

Despite her disdain for football, Fish pulled Mim aside just before kickoff and wrote GO on one cheek and PATS on the other with face paint.  He beamed as he took his seat in front of the TV. She beat feet to her room.

Mim watching the talking heads at the beginning of the game.As the game progressed, A-Man and I tried to offer some instruction of football basics.  Yeah, explaining the safety was fun. He was so cute to watch, occasionally rooting for the Giants by mistake.  When we’d tell him the play wasn’t good for the Pats, he’d say, “but it was still a good play.” Yay for good sportsmanship buddy!

The Superbowl used start at a reasonable hour and end early enough that you could let a child watch the whole game.  Not so any more.  Given the late start, Mim only got to watch the first half and given the outcome, I am really glad. This is a kid who sobbed for forty-five minutes when NorthShore, his favorite group was voted off of The Sing Off.  I wasn’t looking forward to telling him that the Giants were the Superbowl Champions this morning. There was sadness, but he bounced back pretty quickly. I hope it always stays that way, momentary excitement and quick sadness. After all, it is only a game.

 

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