Dane & Logan just started playing soccer. Their first official game was a week after they celebrated their fourth birthday. When Nicole first started playing, I had no idea what to expect. She was definitely a "flower-picker," but enjoyed being on the team nonetheless. There seemed to be some confusion in her mind as to when a game was actually being played. Not having experience in this arena, I thought maybe she just didn't have an aptitude for the game.
Now that I am a "seasoned soccer mom," I'm realizing that when four-year-olds play soccer, the whole affair is very haphazard and fraught with either oblivion or full-on terror. We saw both of these in the boys on Saturday. Dane was cold and scared; Logan alternated between being timid and oblivious. During a practice drill in which a little girl "stole" the ball from Logan, he threw himself on the ground and wailed inconsolably. Such is the nature of the beast when kids play this young. They don't quite get the meaning of sportsmanship yet.
Now that Nicole is on the 5-year-old team, we can see what a difference a year makes. While she's not quite getting goals yet, Nicole is much more engaged in the game. All of the 5-year-olds are out there giving it their all and not fearfully clutching their parents or joyfully spinning in circles while the game proceeds around them. So we're glad that Nicole had the tenacity to continue playing. It will be interesting to see the difference in the boys' games come this time next year.
Dane clings to Daddy.
Skeptical about soccer
Brrrr ... It was so cold that Dane had to borrow Sissy's jacket.
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