Obssesive Parents.

I'm sitting in the stands of my sons very last football game. Made him just the boy I had always wanted. Just because he was littler than the rest of the guys doesn?t mean he can't be as good. Had him in the gym 24/7. I hope he surprises me, scores the winning touchdown. Then I would love him so much. Oh, and we never spoke of how he wanted join the local dance studio. I just said it would be our secret. I wouldn?t tell a soul. Ohh wow, their helmets rip the paper banners the cheerleaders made. I can?t see my boy he must be pushed in with all the guys. Into the first quarter I really got into it screamin? ?kill em?, kill em?.? I don?t know there?s just something about the sound bones make that makes me laugh. I wanted to slaughter the other team. When half time rolled around I was sweating along with the players.
Number 47 came up to me with a smirk on his face. He wasn?t my sons friend but then again I didn?t really know any of them, he told me I might want to check the locker room. That he had ?hung? out instead of helping out the team. And he was right, he was right there in the locker room.. hanging.


I didn't actually write this. But i read it and have so many friends who's parents push like this.