The midwest had a wicked winter for weather, and being on chemo as well did not leave much energy for big outings with my six-year old son.  So, this past weekend, we took him and one of his friends to an arena football game.  First of all, arena football is great.  Bodies slamming into the wall, footballs flying into the stands, pyrotechnics and dancers everywhere.  Give a couple of little boys great seats, a free t-shirt and rally towel and you've created instant success.  To quote my son "Whoa Nelly."

Mid-game one of the players tosses a football at the boys.  I thought I was going to have to strap them into the seats to keep them down.  Jumping and yelling and big eyed excitement that even superceded the icy-cone.  Major score.

I leaned across my husband to talk to my son and felt the feminine pinch --- those of you who still have no hair will someday too feel the pinch.  That new hair in the bikini line versus underwear pinch.   It was a good yank too.  I must have winced because my hubby asked if I was okay.  I just nodded and gave him that 'not-now' look.  (This is arena football and I was the only female nearby.)

After the game we waited to thank the player for the football, he comes out, looks at us, and goes and gets a second football so each boy would have his own.  It was very generous.  He looks at me in my scarf and says "We're good?"  I smiled and said "We're great."

"That's a blessing."

Little does he know.  My son didn't get to "do" much over the winter.  Mom certainly didn't feel up to things like sports games or outings that energetic little boys usually enjoy.   So, for our first big Saturday evening out this player took time to brighten his life with a football and an autograph.
 

So, to me, he was the blessing.  Noting that I was part of the "sisterhood" and generously gifting a football to my son and his friend made the night even more special.  While the guys will remember the football the rest of their lives, I'll remember the player who brought a light to their eyes.

Oh, and in a sidebar, I later explained to my husband that these undies wouldn't work during the 'growing back' process, they pinched.  He blinked.  "Pinched what?" 

Sigh - Never mind.  Obviously he's never shaved his bikini line.

Take care everyone and watch out --- you never know where you'll find your next blessing.