The season began with one excited 3 year old. He would talk about kicking the ball and running and his cool new socks. Then we went to our first game...you'd never realize that a 3 year old is capable of being "all talk" until you do. The first three games consisted of Caleb eating - if he wasn't eating then he was crying. The next three games were full of pouting, crying, and tantrum throwing. The only way he would stand on the field is if Dave or I were there with him. Interestingly enough, he would again talk up his soccer playing after the game - yes, that is right the game he didn't play.
Then all of a sudden, the entire world changed and he finally got what it was to play soccer. He would play most of the game and if he fell, he would get up and keep going. If he was thirsty, he would run out, get a drink and head back into the game. After one of the successful games he said, "you see how I pushed those kids to get the ball?" For some reason he just got it and when he finally got it - he GOT IT! He didn't actually push kids down or anything but he was not afraid to go after the ball. He also made a couple of goals...one being in the other teams goal but hey he is three and most of the goals are like that. All in all it was a good experience and we loved watching him play.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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3 comments:
I love watching little kids chasing around a ball and every once in awhile actually getting it into the net...great fun!
HILARIOUS! We are signing OUR Caleb up for soccer the minute he is old enough---even if he only cries and eats during the first few games. Good on you guys for not giving up on him!
Soccer was invented to frustrate people. If God wanted us to play sports that didn't require the use of hands, he would have given us paws. Caleb is ahead of the curve for figuring this stuff out.
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