As many of you know, I have a five year old who is a passionate Seahawks fan. Based on the number of people who have called, sent texts or inquired in some fashion about how Benny is doing after his beloved team lost on Sunday, I’d say I talk about it a bit much but thank you all who have shown care and concern for my little fan’s sorrow. He actually took the loss quite well.
The boys loved the excitement of the day. We spent most of the day preparing for the game. We made appetizers. We made a poster for a friendly wager on the scores. We baked Seahawk cookies. We got decked out in our Seahawk gear (most of which was Benny’s but he has enough to share with everyone). Even Nolan, who has rooted against Benny’s and Ricky’s teams all season, and claims not only to hate the Seahawks but also hate football in general decided to wear a Seahawk shirt. When he said, “Ok, mom, I’ll wear the Seahawk shirt because if your brother is cheering for a team you should cheer for his team too, right?” I felt like my constant harping of “be nice to your brothers” may actually be paying off. At some point during the day Ricky asked if we always celebrated this “holiday” or if we were just celebrating it because the Seahawks were playing. It indeed felt like a holiday.
When it was finally game time, Benny planted himself in front of the big screen at our friend’s house and watched the entire game. I know I talk about his love of the game often, but it’s fascinating to me to watch a five year old be so consumed with the score, the plays, the reasons behind the plays, how to hold the football, etc. If you happened to be sitting near him watching the game you may have been slightly irritated with his constant commentating of the score and the plays as well as his questions, but to me I find it intriguing. He loves the Seahawks but he truly loves the game.
While Benny is always interested in the score of every game, all of the kids were interested in this score because they had wagered their hard earned quarters on what the final score would be at the end of each quarter. Right before half-time Ricky said to Benny, “If the Patriots score, you’ll win some money.” My little diehard fan responded with “I don’t want the money.” Ricky, however, did want the money. He’d been saving his money like crazy (his birthday money, his chore money, his piggy bank money, his money from selling things) for an iPad Mini and was $12.00 from having enough to buy one. During the last plays of the game Ricky was in a position to win the big pot of $18.00 yet he was SO torn. He really wanted that money but he also really wanted the Seahawks to win, “for Benny.” He finally decided that he’d rather have Benny’s team win the Superbowl than win the money for himself. But it just didn’t work out that way.
When the game ended Benny lay down on the ground and put his head down for a second. A split second later he was back up, watched a bit of the Patriots celebration and then was ready to go home. Ricky, well Ricky was in tears. He felt so bad for Benny. When I found him, alone, tears streaming, all he could say was, “I’m sad for Benny.” At home, he sat at the table, still crying, counting out his winnings. Once he had all the money sorted, he grabbed $10.00 and gave it to Benny, hoping to make him feel better about his loss. Benny smiled, looked at Ricky who still had tears in his eyes and returned the money, “it’s okay, Ricky,” he said.
And that my friends, was my favorite part of this “holiday.” I’d take the Seahawks loss any day to witness this interaction between my boys again and again.
It was a great game. Congrats to the Patriots, and my condolences to all my fellow Seahawk fans.
Benny’s counting down the days til football starts again and has already asked who the Seahawks play next. In the meantime his new obsession is the Mariners (I think this kid needs to move to the Northwest.)