Below is a fabulous post that was originally seen on our friend Firemom’s blog Stop, Drop and Blog.
Dear Male Sports Stars,
I write to you as the mother of two little boys who adore what they know about sports. True, at two and four, their understandings of all things sports is rather limited. BigBrother knows that you kick a soccer ball in a net, sometimes people knock you down and that t-ball is awesome. LittleBrother knows that football in the side yard is the perfect way to end a day. They know that winning isn’t everything and the point of a game is to have fun and learn new things. They ask to watch football on TV and, season permitting, we oblige.
But I worry.
Someday they’re going to realize that the guys they see on television playing their favorite games in front of huge crowds were Everyday Dudes like they are. They will put two and two together that you can grow up in Small Town America, work really hard at something you have a passion for and succeed. They’re going to look up to you. I’d love to teach my boys that they can succeed in whatever they desire. Whether their future passion is for sports, photography, fire fighting, medicine, chess, art, music, spelunking or what have you, I want them to know that they can achieve it, that dreams are attainable.
Thankfully, they have positive male role models. Their Dad is a shining example of wanting something and working hard to achieve it. Their grandfathers and great-grandfathers are all amazing, strong men. But I know that some boys look up to male sports stars. The shock-and-awe factor of scoring a touchdown under the lights while millions of people cheer for you is tantalizing to a young boy.
So, could you all stop acting like complete nitwits?
Cases in point: a four game suspension for (repeated) substance abuse (plus, a trade because he’s a trouble-maker);