Nine o'clock came early this morning. My son has been sleeping in most mornings for the last few weeks, due to my need for sleep (I'm trying to get over this upper respritory crud). However, after giving him a little prep talk last night, that he had to wake up before 8 a.m. to make it to his game, he came running down to our room with his digital clock in hand. It's one of those SkySkan Atomic clocks that will tell the accurate time and temperature on it's own.
He pushed the button, tapped me on the shoulder, and whispered, "Mom! It's 7:30. Get up, I have soccer game!"
I am so tired from this cough and chest congestion, but there's no way I'd miss the honor of being there. Not only was it his first sporting event (Ah! and now it'll never end!), but it was my first day to be a soccer mom. Something I never saw myself as. I never pictured myself as that girl!
Before the game, the coach led the team in a prayer of thanks and protection for all the players. It was so cute to see them all bow their little heads in unison and participate. Then they were off!
I just knew somehow it would be chaos with a bunch of 4 and 5 year olds running around, but I was so impressed with the whole group...especially my son. He was a starting player today, but he's been kicking a ball since he could walk. When the coach had them run their first practice drill before the game, my little guy darted with his ball-- and kept going and going and going! He was quick and nimble with his feet. It was obvious he knew what he was doing-it was as easy as breathing. The coach's son, who happens to be my son's best friend, was also a natural. Do you know how cool it was to see my baby loving life with a big grin as he ran along side his best friend?
Our team, the Dolphins, didn't score a goal. The Longhorns, the opposing Pre-K team, scored FIVE goals! They were like 4 year olds on steroids! I mean it just didn't seem like a fair match up...they had obviously had practice or coaching prior to this game. Our team members were aggressive, but no competition for the Longhorns.
For the most part, all these kids were good listeners and kicked well. It wasn't a massive chaoctic scene. It was fairly organized...great coaching by the staff. They have to be the most patient coaches on the planet. Not one kid asked for a potty break, or for a drink. In fact, we had to ask them if they needed either which we all got a 'no'. It was obvious that all they wanted to do was PLAY and play hard.
Today was such a blessing. Now I just have to recover physically from being out in the cold winds. I've been coughing up a lung all day. Keep me in your prayers...3 weeks of this stuff is ENOUGH!
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