Tonight I’m sitting in the same spot I wrote you from last week. The draft was just beginning and the nation tuned in, everyone with their own wish list. I watched with my family the lives of young men all over the nation change with one phone call. Yes, a call. Whether a draft or free agent, it all starts with the call from a team expressing the desire for you to join forces, put your college years in your memory bank and start all over.
My son got the call. How exciting,yet unnerving all at once. In the midst of excitement you must be as prepared in your own strategy room. It goes like this: the first rounders start the show. Many are in New York, with family waiting to receive the call while we watch on tv. As the rounds continue, the strategy is that if you aren’t drafted by round 5 you want to be a free agent. Why? Well if the rookie minimum salary is yours for the taking, choose your team, the one you have the best options with. Or like my son, choose the team you feel connected to. The team that when you close your eyes, you see yourself in their colors representing their city. A city that you call your own the minute the call has ended. At that moment your history is just that and your only goal is to shine at camp and make them glad they called you.
As a mom, it was surreal. I looked at my husband, who is so sure of himself during trials that to see him in action makes me fall in love all over again, and I said… “Do we really have a son in the NFL?” He answered as sure as always and said, “it’s his destiny, God’s unique plan for his life.” He’s going to do amazing things on and off the field in Charlotte, and yes babe, they’ll think he has a really young looking mom:)
Life’s Posh…. live it!
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