I’ve been 30 something for a while now, in fact in a matter of months it will be 40 something. Today, I felt it.
I played football (soccer for my American friends) and realised just how much my in an out of hospital lifestyle, poor diet and irregular excercise has had an effect.
Jude, on the other hand, appears to have more energy than he knows what to do with and with good reason I hope he will push on a bit over the next few months and gain some more mobility skills so he can get around more.
This football team is a collection of waifs and strays who have met virtually through the internet. In days gone by it would possibly have been a ‘geeks team’ but even ‘normal’ people interact socially on the net these days.
Having spent my whole life never (knowingly) meeting a family with a child like Jude one of my team mates has a young lad, a few months older than Jude, with a very similar diagnosis and very similar Jude. At Jude’s age they seem to have shared similar developmental milestones but now his young lad is up on his feet and crawling around. We’ve not really aspired much in that direction recently and it has given me renewed optimism for the future.
Unfortuately, such optimism is not in abundance when it comes to playing football…….the head is willing but the body is crying out in pain.