I seem to have seasonal allergies for the first time in my life, but that hasn’t stopped me from hanging out on the “soccer field” (a.k.a. the patch of grass outside a local swimming pool) cheering my little soccer star on. Addy rocks. (And I’m not just saying that because she’s my kid.) I’m supremely impressed by her — she listens intently to Coach Joe and Coach Tanya, she waits to be called on before taking her turn running the drills, she has incredible concentration and focus (the same kind that takes over when she’s ignoring her sister and watching an episode of Doc McStuffins), and she’s starting to interact with some of the other little people on her team. Oh, and yeah, she’s developing a mean kick, plus she’s scored a ton of goals (after each she looks at us and jumps up and down while clapping — we do the same) and has only touched the ball with her hands a few times.
Oh, hindsight. I wish I hadn’t been so worried/lazy about putting her into something like this earlier. I almost signed Peyton up for the younger class the other day, but I want this first summer of soccer to be all about Addy. (Also, when I’m not running around snapping pictures of Addy, I love sitting with Peyton as she watches her big sis.)
So, soccer seems to be a success. I’m hoping Addy continues to be excited about going and keeps having fun.
Are you a soccer mom? When did your little one start? What kind of league are they on, and what should I expect down the road?