What a day that was!! (Other than the 0-0!)
A huge thank you to anyone here that has done their best to do pics or movie for me, you're brilliant!
I was high up in the corner, but watching him walk round (although they only went part way round) was brilliant - but the moment he stepped onto the pitch, oh i almost cried, softy i know, but i felt so proud - and i had all these emotions as i so so wanted to tell my mum (and my dad) i wanted to be able to tell her that here he is doing this! My little man! I miss my mum.. But yes, seeing him step onto the pitch and line up, the pride! And then, to see he had Kevin behind him! Even prouder! He did have two bigger kids crouched in front of him in yellow and green jackets so fingers crossed he's not too blocked when we get the official pic through, but i was just beaming. Beaming. I know, i'm a softy!
And then he was bundled off and us parents sent down and outside, and when we met up outside he was so excited! Frozen but excited! Although it took the first 13 minutes of the match to get to our seats as we had to hoof it around the building site, and then they'd shut the turnstiles! But oh i just felt so happy for him.
Mum was my season ticket partner side by side every year, since we bought them in 94, having bought match by match for years before that til they knocked the kippax down. My first match was 1985. Losing her days after the champions league win has still taken away a part of me i'll never get back... i ache. But the pride i have in my son is huge.
And my dad, he died 5 years ago this May. I took my son to his first game (age 2) 2 weeks before dad died. Time goes so fast.
Anyway, no room for gloom here, wanted to say thanks again and if anyone does have any pls DM me. Thank you!
An eventful night though as he woke me up 4am crying he felt like he was "dying"... i thought is it a bad dream, over excitement, but no he then threw up everywhere. It seems school, despite knowing he has a milk allergy (ok not one that would kill him like some poor souls, but it gives him bad bad skin ezcema and vomitting) gave him a small easter egg in a raffle, and he hid it in his bag and ate half in bed after pretending to be asleep last night. He said sorry, but that he wanted to treat himself after having such a good day! So quite an end! Luckily he settled down again after about an hour, but sitting up with him while he was poorly is such a "mum" thing it made me feel my mum was there. Sounds daft,
Anyway, he's ok today! And can't wait to tell school what he's done! (While i remind them to please not give him any milk chocolate, he actually does like dairy free choc so doesn't miss out at home!)
