Didn't know whether to write as I don't tend to put loads of personal stuff online, but thought I would contribute.
I feel like over the years I've generally been able to deal with most things stress wise as a parent, but this last year has been testing. I feel like it's aged me frankly.
Our middle child, 14 year old son earlier this year broke his arm and needed surgery. Big deal for him as he's so sporty. He's a lovely lad, truly, and wouldn't harm a fly. During recovery he was attacked in school and ended up with a broken leg as well. We had to watch him go through a lot of pain, multiple physios and recovery. I devoted any spare time and energy to him. Months later, His football team waited for him to get back to full fitness and he progressed up to the point where he was getting in the starting 11 towards the final few games of the season. Things were looking happier...
Suddenly our world came tumbling down as we suffered a death in the family. This was very difficult to deal with for all involved and it affected the children quite badly.
After grieving and emotions running high our son was selected to play in the end of season cup final. I've always been the Dad to encourage my boys to get stuck in and be physical. Enjoy life etc. For the first time I felt myself sitting on the side lines among the crowd genuinely in fear of him getting snapped! Taken out. Or headbutted or something. Completely never felt like this but just wanted to wrap him in cotton wool and ensure he was protected as just don't want to see loved ones go through pain anymore. Anyway...the game progressed and deep into the second half after I'd started to relax a bit only to then feel the tension with everyone else as the match was still tied and we needed a winner. You might see where this is going...
Well with a large crowd gathered (mini stadium sort of pitch for a local mens team) and all his mates present, parents, family, friends... the ball got passed to our lad on the edge of the box. He's smashed it on his laces super clean straight into the corner. Everyone goes mental. He gets swarmed. They win the final. It wasn't just the goal... It was the journey. I'm not crying. You're crying.