Like every Sunday, we were up early for rugby. Standing on a cold windy field doesn’t always feel appealing at first but once you get there it’s lovely – bracing, lively, fun, brave.
The Under – 9′s don’t seem to feel the wind chill like us grown ups.
This morning was the local derby, Terenure vs Mary’s, a big one for the boys where neighbours and classmates face off as club allegiance takes over.
Julian has given heart and soul to his team since he started the game just over a year ago. Light and strong, he’s generally known as shy, sensitive, even timid. He works hard to do what doesn’t come naturally with his personality type and hard-wiring – tackle, take, shove, roar, win.
When he was awarded the trophy for “Most Improved Player” at the end of last season, the head coach said it was worth it just to see me crying with pride on the sidelines, and his Dad’s heart was bursting for our boy.
I didn’t hope for too much this morning,the weather was cruel and the boys were shivering before warm-up. My husband had said ”find a gap,and keep going”. His coach whispered to him at kick off “You’re going to get a try today Julian”, calmly planting intent. I just asked him to do his best,afraid of overloading him with impossible expectations.
Mothers Day is nice, but as a person who doesn’t like ‘stuff’, I am impossible to buy for, and we’ve all come to accept that. Coffee in bed is a perfect treat.
When Julian’s try came in the last minute of the game it was momentous. He had to dodge,duck and weave his way through a sea of blue players to make it to the line. He told his Dad later that he couldn’t find the gap so he just bashed through. He told me when he made it over the line he was thinking of Brian O’Driscoll. The coaches were hoarse, roaring their support for his breakthrough moment as we couldn’t believe what we were seeing.
As he scored the try he made a loud declaration in his own head, a line from the movie Wreck-it Ralph:
“I LOVE MY MOMMA!” -
My best Mother’s Day present ever – a try with my name on it.