The Father-Son Football Bond Runs Deep
Updated: Jan 12
While I was making dinner last night, the football game was on in the family room. My husband was cheering for his favorite team, which unfortunately for all involved, is not very good. They lose more than they win and usually in a heartbreaking sort of way- like having the lead until the 4th quarter and then making a bad play and losing in the final seconds.
But my husband watches every week, dressed in his jersey and cheers loudly, hoping for an unexpected victory.
What struck me about last night though wasn’t my husband’s loyalty but my son’s. When I heard my husband shout for joy, I heard an echo, his little voice yelling the exact same thing. The two of them were watching the game, literally leaping from their seats in excitement or frustration over what was happening on the screen.
Everything my husband did, my son imitated.
The vast significance of this moment was not lost on me. My husband wasn’t just teaching his six year old son a love of sports, although that was clearly transferring with each play. He was teaching him so much more. Loyalty, love, joy, comraderie, and how to interact with fellow sports fans. The way my husband was talking was exactly how he and his friends would watch a game, and there is no doubt that one day my son will be doing the same thing with his own friends.
The importance of spending time together -almost four hours- was noticed too. They were doing something they love, not just staring at a television, but actively participating in the game. The emotion that went into that event- my husband laid it on the line, and my son picked it up.
Also their shared obsession with the game was palpable. Knowing every player’s name. Their position. If they were hurt and from what and when they’d be back. Why they were good. When they started with the team. Where they came from. Statistical information so complex it would take me weeks to memorize but there they were, sharing it back and forth with each other. That knowledge transfers to school where my son will be able to talk with authority about his favorite team. Why they’re good. Why he loves them. He’s getting it from his dad and that is special.
They have something that I don’t even have with either of them. That passion over sports has created a deep father/son bond. This simple afternoon of football is so much bigger than that.
My son has learned his father’s language.
Fatherhood in all its glory can be seen in an afternoon like this one, where they watched the game. Sports has a way of connecting people. A shared knowledge of the history and the present, just like families. It’s a beautiful undertaking and built one step at a time. I was watching the foundation of their future together being poured.
I know one day my son will grow up and have his own friend and his own plans. But he will never be too cool to watch football with his dad.
This article originally appeared on Her View From Home