Yes, I Let My Son Play Tackle Football


From the moment we see that positive pregnancy test, we want to protect our child.

A Mother’s Worries

First, we worry about miscarriage and make sure to follow the list of do’s and don’ts for our pregnancy. We cut grapes in half to prevent choking, and install baby gates on our stairs. We put childproof latches on our cabinets, and spend hours researching car seat safety. Later, we talk to our kids about not jumping off swings, not talking to strangers, and looking both ways when crossing the street.

Their safety is in the forefront of our minds.

My son after his football team won the division championship in the fall of 2016.
My son after his football team won the division championship in the fall of 2016.

I did all of those things. And yet, I allow and encourage my son to play tackle football.

At about age five, my son started showing an interest in football. We started watching the Denver Broncos games on TV, and playing catch in the yard. At age six, my son started playing flag football one day per week. It did nothing but fuel his love for the game, and he started talking about playing tackle football.

No Way, Little Dude

At that point, I was against it. I wasn’t about to let my son play one of the most violent sports out there and possibly get permanent brain damage. With all of the recent research about CTE (Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy), I was afraid my son would sustain multiple head injuries, and his life would be ruined.

Flag football would have to do.

However, over the next two years, I changed my mind. At age 8 (3rd grade), my son started playing tackle football. To date, he has played four seasons (two fall and two spring), and he is playing this fall. He loves the game and he is a valuable teammate. Football has taught him great lessons about commitment, teamwork, mental toughness, how to manage disappointments, how to win with kindness and the value of hard work.

Change of Heart

What changed my mind? Education. Instead of researching car seat safety, I was researching helmet technology and fitting guidelines. Learning about different types of helmets and how they work helped me feel better. Also, getting to know his coach and how seriously he takes head injuries alleviated much of my worry. He trained to recognize head injuries and will never place an injured player in the game. The players’ health is paramount to him.

Am I still worried my son will get hurt? Yes, of course. It is always a concern, but not one that playing football makes any worse. Our children can get hurt doing a variety of things. They break legs falling off bunk beds, sprain shoulders falling out of trees and scrape knees up in a tumble off of the bicycle. It comes with the territory of being a kid. We cannot baby-proof the world!

Giving our children space to experience life is important.

Football Teaches Life Lessons

I am more concerned about holding my son back from being who he truly is and doing what he truly loves. He shouldn’t be afraid to pursue passions in his lifetime, even when they are hard and require work. I don’t want him to back down from challenges, even when they are risky. I want to teach him to embrace life, pursue passion and excel at being his best self.

For now, his singular passion is football. The lessons he learns from being a football player will stay with him his whole life. They will make him a better man, a better husband, a better father, a better friend and a better neighbor.

These lessons simply are making him a better human being. 

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  1. As the grandfather of this young man who plays tackle football, I still have my reservations. I played tackle football in junior high and high school. I was not very good. I was so bad that my line coach had to teach me “survival techniques”, that is how to hold without getting caught among other things.

    I do remember being the fullback during suicide drills. That was the first concussion I ever had (I saw stars), but in 1969 you just rubbed dirt on it and got back into it. I even practiced for several weeks with a broken thumb. In those days you could not play in a game with a plaster of Paris cast, but you could practice. I used it as a club. I upset even the most even tempered linemen when I hit them with it.

    I am 65 and still pretty lucid. But, I did not have a lifetime of head trauma. All those hits are cumulative and if my grandson plays for 10-12 years, these will add up. I had several in my few years, but less than 20. Until more research into CTE is done, I won’t support it. I will rely on the good judgement of my daughter (his Mom), good to great helmet technology, good coaches who know what they are doing, and the Grace of God. That is all I can do.

  2. Dad – Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Matthew did have a head injury May 2017, but he got it at RECESS at school. He hit his head on the grass; thankful it wasn’t on the concrete. Could have happened to anyone. We did go to he ER for evaluation, but the doctors didn’t feel it was a full concussion. He did sit out sports for about 2 weeks while he healed. He had to be cleared by a doctor to return to play. Coaches, doctors, etc don’t mess around with head injuries these days.

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