When Cole was born, a friend of ours bought him Fiddle Sticks. For those of you who are lacrosse novices (like I was until I met Kevin), these are mini lacrosse sticks. I laughed and thought it was cute and figured they would sit in a corner collecting dust. Then one day, probably a few months ago, Cole picked up one of those sticks and started walking around with it. Then both sticks made it out to the living room with the rest of his toys. Before I knew it, Kevin was showing him how to hold the stick with two hands and check people. Yes, our 1 year old knows how to check. Every day when we get home, the first “toy” that he goes for is his lacrosse stick. When we go out somewhere, we don’t take a blankie or a favorite stuffed animal; we take the stick. He can hit hard enough with it now that I have a tendency to cringe when he gets too close to breakables and my face with it.
And nothing gets my son as excited as watching the “big boys” play. Despite being an active kid who likes to run around, if we go to see a lacrosse game when his dad is coaching, Cole will sit there glued to the field and watch the entire game. The team moms have even commented on how he is like a little doll, sitting so still in his stroller. But he must know the difference between practice and a game, because when it’s a practice, he can’t wait to run out onto that field and play. He doesn’t even seem to notice that the other kids are towering over him.
I don’t mind all of this, because despite not growing up with it, I think lacrosse is a great sport. But it makes me wonder… can you inherit the love of a game?
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