Will he be smart?
Will he be handsome?
Will he be liked?
How many instruments can I convince him to play?
(that one might just be me)
Yet when certain Irish firemen from the southside of Chicago first hold their sons, the searing question is noticeably different:
Will he play football for Mt. Carmel High School?
Let the grooming begin! As a mother, I am only too aware of the head injuries and damage football can cause. My high school picks for the boys include St. Ignatius and a host of Selective Enrollment Schools such as North Shore Prep or Whitney Young.
But I fear I am losing already. The impressive legacy of professional athletes who hail from Mt. Carmel span the NHL, NFL, and NBA: Simeon Rice. Antoine Walker. Donovan McNabb. Chris Chelios.
The school also lays claim to nearly a dozen state championships in football. And 5 of the boys' uncles attended as well.
So at the end of the day, I'm left looking like the big loser who just wants her boys to protect their brains, avoid football, and play something sensible....like the flute.
Danny and Jack have other ideas. They engage in outright warfare over their daddy's old high school football jersey. Each time they attend a game, there is the inevitable scramble to our closet and subsequent tug-o-war for the tattered old thing. They covet it like the Holy Grail:
|Jack won this battle. I think he put it on right after he got out of bed that morning.|
I've given up on my approach and I'm trying something new:
It's important to have dreams.