The Chronicles of Biscuit: Stories about our youngest son, Tyler, whose nickname is Biscuit.
It's been a long time since I had a "The Chronicles of Biscuit" story, it seems. Interestingly enough, Biscuit, himself, said I should blog this story. I think he likes it when I read him the "Biscuit" stories from his younger years. He can't help but laugh about them and be interested in the fact that he was a pretty deep thinker about spiritual and life matters. He looks forward to the stories being given to him one day. I look forward to his own children reading them.
So this week began football practice with pads. As soon as I picked up Biscuit from school Wednesday, I could tell something was going on. He said he was just tired, then just hungry, then seemed better, then a little down again. I asked if it was because his oldest brother had left for college. He said it was. I know that's hard. I didn't think much more about it. Later, at bedtime, I could again tell something was wrong. Biscuit finally told me what was bothering him: Tackling the bigger boys that were older than him. He wasn't sure if football was going to work out.
Last year Biscuit didn't practice for football at first. He decided AFTER the first game to play. His dad thought it was okay to ask if he could play and so Biscuit asked the coach. The coach happens to be his cousin, which makes it a little scary to ask, even though our nephew is very nice. I didn't want him to allow him to play just because he was related, either. He said he could play and he didn't have a problem with it one bit.
So since that had happened, and he ended up playing after not starting out, I wasn't wanting him to just quit since he had enjoyed playing last year. But, on the other hand, our nephew has said about our middle son who didn't play last year, if there's any fear there, it can cause a player to be hurt more. Football is just different.
My husband was asleep already when this happened, but has told Biscuit in the past to get down low to tackle...that even big NFL guys can be tackled if you get low enough. His next oldest brother gave him the same advice. My advice was for him was to pray that night, the next morning, before practice, and any time he got scared. I shared with him the verse, "Perfect love casts out fear" and told him that God would give him the faith and courage and strength to do what he needed to do to be braver and not as scared.
When Biscuit got up for school yesterday morning, I could tell he was better, but I still went through everything again with him, reminding him to pray. His dad and brother again reminded him to go low to tackle. I also thought of a funny thing that is on a bug show at Animal Kingdom at Walt Disney World. There's an anteater character on a 3D show and he stands really funny and sticks out his long nose. He says, "I am a lean, mean, fighting machine. I can destroy." Biscuit thought that was funny as I told him that was his new motto and to think of that as he tackled. He got a kick out of me standing and acting like that anteater! The anteater then 3D blasts the humans with sticky goo, which leaves the audience yelling and screaming!
After school, as Biscuit go into the car, I asked how his day went. He said, "Good! Guess what? I tacked _____! Not all the way to the ground, but I stopped him!" We high-fived, I yelled, I chant, "Lean, mean, fighting machine"! I was so excited! He kept telling me it wasn't really that big of a deal, but I assured him it was. I asked if he had prayed. He said, "Yes, I prayed every hour yesterday during school". That was in addition to the times I had told him to. It WAS A BIG DEAL! In fact, that's a huge deal. That's how we all should do when we have a problem, or when we don't have a problem, for that matter.
So, I felt like the lean, mean, fighting machine needed a celebration of some kind. I even offered him a trip out of town to eat or do something since everyone else was going to be gone for the evening. He opted for a trip to our only convenience store for Powerade and Funyuns! Ha ha! We deemed this photo "The Snack of a Lean, Mean, Fighting Machine". I'll take his word for it :).
So proud of you, Biscuit! You learned that prayer can change things. It can change you. God can give you strength when you're afraid. Thank you for that example for all of us. I love you! MOM