Potty training the future football hero

Well, I’ve written about my wonderful son who is not so athletically gifted. But I have another boy – a 13-year-old! Yes, we’re on the verge of manhood and he thinks he knows it all but he’s still wonderful to me. But this blog entry goes back in time.
He’s always been precocious and very cute. He looked like a little kewpie doll when he was little – just a tuft of blond hair growing up in a curl on top of his head and waving slightly at the nap of his neck. Not too pudgy and not to thick – very active.
When we first moved back to Texas we were automatically thrown into the Texas High School Football Phenomenan. The first Friday night of the season we packed up the boys and headed off to the stadium. My husband played high school football in Texas and was offered a college scholarship. (He eventually turned down the scholarship when he went off the college 2-a-days and all the guys were heads and shoulders bigger than him.) We both love the ‘ole pig skin game.
It became very apparent to us that the then 2-year-old Lee had inherited our love of the sport. At half-time he cried until the players came back on the field. He didn’t even attempt to stray away from us – he was mesmerized by the action on the field. When the game was over we didn’t know how he would handle it – but we soon found out when he ordered us to the field so that he could get up close and personal with the players.
The next season he was three and we were ready to attempt potty training. We worked for four or five days without much success. And then Friday night rolled around. He was ready for the game – all decked out in the school colors of purple and gold and had a little football he wouldn’t let go of. At half-time he cried again. At the end of the game it was back down to the field where he latched onto a player who became his favorite “Mogul.” (Our mascot) That’s when the idea hit – back at home we would incorporate a new football potty training plan!
From then on whenever he was “successful” his dad and I would sing the school fight song and march around the house. And that’s what we did. At all hours of the night he would get up to go potty and we would sing and march until we could finally drag back to bed. Luckily this process only took about four days and he was completely potty trained!
Sometimes all it takes in life to grow up is a little music!

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