Passing The Remote

My husband has waited four years to be able to sit with the little man and watch sports. When our son was two, he would sit for about 10 seconds, then move on to something else. Hubs would look at me, defeated and nervous that we had brought a man into this world that may not like sports. I assured him that the day would come when they could sit together and marvel at the wonders of Tiger's swing, Brady's arm and Kobe's jumpshot.

That day has finally come and as they watched Monday Night Football together last night, I could see the pride in hub's face. The little man wanted to pull for the "red team" because that's his current favorite color, and I convinced him that Tom Brady was all that (because he is). The two sat in the chair closest to the TV, locked in a football trance, while hubs explained the game of football.

And so, the little guy that never wanted to leave his mommie's side has begun his transition to manhood. Afternoons are now filled with football toss and soccer and evenings are filled with ESPN and The Golf Channel.


The remote has been passed.



P.S: I also realize that this may end my quest for creating a TarHeel, but I will continue to fight that blue devil down the road and the influence he has over hubs and my son.