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Soccer Player

on September 24, 2011

Today, Jack suited up in his soccer uniform for the very first time…

Such a little man in his athletic gear.

I love the one-size-fits-all approach to the four and under league. He is a young three. With most of the kids being four, he is a good head smaller than everyone in the line up, which is definitely reflected by the hugeness of his uniform.

(Check out those little cleats next to the huge shin guards that take up his whole lower leg. Now that is a serious cankle people! It cracks me up every time I look at it.)

He was practicing his moves in the yard before we left and was pumped to play with his friends.   We all were excited and had the whole family dressed and ready to head out the door by 7:30am, which is completely unprecedented really.  We had time to shoot some photos and even swing by Starbucks on the way so I could sit on the sidelines, pumpkin spice latte in hand.  I had Gabriel crawling on the blanket next to me while I cheered for my little guy. Uncle Josh, Aunt Lala, and Katie came out to show their support too. No lack of love and enthusiasm in this family.  Really, does it get much better than that?

Everyone was so friendly and supportive of the kids, definitely there to help them all have a good introduction to what soccer is all about.  For now at least, it seems like Jack is a lot more enthusiastic about the idea of playing soccer than any real game time.  He did a great job before everyone started arriving, doing practice drills with his coach and the few kids who were already there.

When the field started filling up as game time approached, nerves got the better of him and shyness took over.  Poor guy was just intimidated by the whole thing.  I was starting to wonder if maybe we should have waited to start this all until next year when we decided that a little extra incentive may not be such a bad idea.  The promise of ice cream afterwards turned out to be just the motivation he needed to get up the courage to play.

Brief though it was, he did eventually get out on the field (number 8)…

and and actually made contact with the ball…

almost scored even.

That was definitely a good thing because he was pretty proud of himself.  He couldn’t wait to call Oma and then “Happy” on the phone to tell them all about it afterwards.  From his retelling, he loved the whole thing, almost got a goal, and was going to try, and try and try next week, that maybe he will get a goal then.

All in good time, little man.  For today, you overcame your fear and got in the game.  I couldn’t be prouder if you had scored ten goals.


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