I just wanted to take a moment to reflect on this photograph.
This is my son in his very first football kit, about to have a bath after his training session.
Max turned 2 years old on Thursday. After I took this photo today, it made me think of all the times I had put my kits on, to go out and play whatever the weather with always the same ending. A hot bath to help relax my tired limbs.
This is the very first time Max has become a part of this routine. The first time he has worn a kit. The first bath.
I have this moment captured forever. My family bloodline has a gene pool that has produced talented offspring. It is yet to be seen whether Max has been fortunate enough to posses these attributes and it is entirely up to him if he is happy to play any type of sport as he grows up. For me, this image is priceless. As far as documentation of my own sporting history goes, all I have is mostly my own memories. But looking at this photo, it is amazing how much of these memories I had forgotten.
As parents, we expect our children to follow in our footsteps but to do it all better than we did. We had our chance.
I am so proud to witness the starting point of Max producing his own special memories and I will do my upmost to capture as much of these on film as possible. My son is about to embark on the journey that I have been and done. He has so much to experience, winning, losing, euphoria, fear, respect and many, many more. These are all life lessons.
Even if sport is not for Max, I will be there every step of the way.