My son Steve (aka Stevie or Stever because he is a junior) had his heart set on playing football for Notre Dame since he was a tot, maybe 4 years old. The dream seemed to be lost when he did not gain acceptance to the University as a freshman. But if you have read my blog in the past you know he worked very hard his freshman year at Indiana University and was accepted as a transfer student his sophomore year. When he came home for Christmas break we were all as excited as he was when his first semester grades arrived, all A's. Well, I was excited. He was disappointed in a couple of A-. Monday we received the "news release" that Stevie had made the deans list. Another celebration ensued.
Yesterday, Stevie tried out for the Notre Dame football team as a "walk on". The initial tryout was at 6:45 in the morning before classes began. We sat on pins and needles most of the day until a jubilant voice resounded through the phone. "Hey Momma! I made the first cut!" Excuse me a moment while I grab a tissue. I can't seem to stop crying!
The continuing road will be long and hard. Stevie is not afraid of hard work. He is on the road and that is all that matters at this point. When I went to school yesterday to chaperone play practice for my youngest, Victoria, I stopped by the Deans office. The Dean is also the football coach. The coach that did not play my son much in his high school years. He wasn't in but I know he will be just as excited and proud of Stevie as we are!