Brooklyn had her first soccer practice! I was so proud. We were about five minutes late (I know, hard to imagine if you know me well!), and the other kids were lined up to kick the ball. So we marched right up, she got in line, and I let go of her hand. Fully expecting her to cry, or follow me, or at least hesitate. But no! She stayed in line and she participated.
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| Trying with the feet |
I was surprised beyond belief. About 15 minutes in, she came running my direction, and I thought, 'Uh oh. Here we go.' But she came up and said, 'Mom, I just wanted to give you a hug and a kiss.' And she did just that. Hug. Kiss. And ran back onto the field. Cherished.It. And it's a good thing that I entered into this season with low expectations, because my girl, as sweet as she may be, isn't the best at soccer. Actually, she can't even grasp the first rule: no hands!
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| But hands work better |
Coach says, 'Get the balls in the goal, kids!' And Brooklyn picks it up and runs it in! Sometimes nicely placing it exactly in the corner as she desired. Other times over the heads of those kicking it in. But not once did she get the ball in the goal by kicking it! To top in off, 10 minutes before the conclusion of our first practice, she hollers across the field 'I don't want to play soccer any more, Mom!' We have a long road ahead of us in this game called soccer. And there'll be many more stories to share, I'm certain.
First game results: made contact with the ball twice! Once with her feet, once with her hands (no accident this time - she threw it in from the sidelines!) Most pictures were of her far away in a field...with no soccer ball in view!
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| But we celebrate just the same! |
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| And Bubba partakes any time he's called upon! |
