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I'ma... I'ma Football Mom. I'ma Air Force Mom. I'ma "Whatever they are Doing Mom!"



Tonight has the feel of fall in the air.  Which is a little scary considering it is only August!   But tonight feels like fall.

Tonight I'ma football Mom and have downloaded the "Mental Toughness Training Manuel For Football" and the "Concordia Bulldog Football Media Guide," to read.   I don't understand most of it and can't remember all of their names and states. I can tell you I respect the passion.

Concordia Bulldog Football in Seward, Nebraska has an amazing head coach in Vance Winters.  A thoughtful and intentional man of character from my perspective.  Then add Coach Osten of the D-line and I praise God for the mentors in my son's life!  Several football players come from our home town so I'm very proud.  

My middle son is learning to focus his energy and passion!  To regulate his intensity.

The team's theme for the year is-FINISH! This is my theme for every area of my life!

I'ma Mama!

My youngest son is still out practicing High School football tonight.  His team is a young football team working toward becoming a team.  I'm so proud of this son who has jumped into football and faced his fears and working to bring up the intensity and passion in his heart.

So I've learned to love any football I can watch and I listen to Sports Nightly to try to understand more.  

I'ma Mama!

My oldest is an instructor in the Air Force in a mentally and physically tough position.  So I read "military news" and follow the Air Force websites trying to understand his world.   I am fanatical about listening to the news and try to be All In!

I'ma Mama!!

The point of this blog?!

Just to say that I'm a very proud Mom.  And to encourage every Mom and every adult who has the chance to impact the life of a child to be all in!

Ima Mama!!!!




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