Friday night was my twelve year old’s last flag football game of the season. The afternoon before the game I decided to bake a dessert for everyone. I busted out the brownie mix and a football shaped cookie cutter. It was a simple dessert, but… it made me famous.
Not the “your name in lights” type, but the more important kind.
I overheard my son telling the other players that I made the dessert they were enjoying. Then I’m sure I caught his smile from across the room. For some reason he felt proud. In that moment I mattered to him.
It made me feel, well… famous.