Soccer season is in full swing around here for us. Little Miss is signed up for her first session, and she’s been enjoying it.
When my husband came home from her first practice, he proudly talked about how most of the kids had played soccer before, but that she was still the best player. She was so fast that no one could keep up with her. She could steal the ball from the other players, but they couldn’t steal it from her – except one boy whose strategy of tripping her to get the ball isn’t so legal. She had a great kick and a power shot.
As I prepared for the first game, I was excited to see my little soccer dynamo play. I couldn’t wait to see her skills in action. As the game began, I watched her skip around the field, following the ball. She wasn’t at the back of the pack. In fact, she wasn’t really a part of the pack at all. Her killer instincts? Uhhh, not in existence. Her power shot? I don’t think she touched the ball. Fastest player on the field? Not exactly.
Huh. Apparently she doesn’t translate well from practice to game. Yet. I still have hope. As the season wore on, it was more of the same. She played a little better, but she still was nowhere near even average on the field. So long as she’s having fun though, that’s all I care about.
Midway through the season, she finally got a shot (pun intended). She stole the ball from the other team and began racing with it up the field. There was no one in front of her, and she wasn’t stopping. I’m sure she couldn’t hear her teammates behind her. She shot… she scored!
She was so proud of her very first goal. Or at least, she was until her first teammate reached her, grabbed her by the shoulders and gently shook her while explaining, Little Miss. That was our goal. You just scored a point for the other team!
Then we got to a double header on the Saturday – the only Saturday so far – where it was August hot and humid. Mid-90s in both temperature and humidity. Her first game was at noon with the second game at 1:30. The first game went much as most have gone so far this season. By midway through the second game, no one was much interested in playing soccer anymore because it was simply too hot. The kids were wiped out. They laid in the grass to recover. Well, except Little Miss who was still bopping around the soccer field. She scored three goals that game.
Apparently if you can’t outplay them, just outlast them!