All of the Rutherford Boys (excluding Elyas, much to his dismay) are giving soccer a try this fall. Scott and I signed them up and ordered their uniforms, then assumed we were done until the fall.
Wrong-o.
We began to get emails in which quickly helped us realize that there is a lot more to childhood sports than when we were kids. Please upload your child's photo to their player page. Please prepare for Family Fun Fundraiser on May 2. Please order your spirit gear by June 1. Please have your child ready for coach's evaluations beginning May 21. Don't forget their cleats & shin guards! Please upload your child's birth certificate on their player page. Please . . .
ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!
So, after a brief adjustment/acceptance period (because there was only time for a brief one) we dove in. And, it hasn't been all that bad. I find I am actually feeling more like the suburban American mom than I imagined I ever could. It's pretty weird.
Tucker had his coach's evals yesterday. He had never played soccer and I wasn't sure how it would go. But, Tucker is as Tucker does. He asked directions and then gave it his all. When the coaches told him to kick differently, he did. When they said to get into the action, he did. It was actually pretty fun to watch him learning.
Then he kicked a goal from about 20 feet away. Or I should say he tried to kick a goal. He bashed the ball and it made a very un-impressive plink-plink-plink before resting about five feet away. Tucker's shoulders shlumped defeatedly and the coach called out, "You wanna try again?"
Tuck nodded and then I saw him rolling his shoulders and I could barely make out his personal pep-talk: "Gotta' man up. Gotta' man-up."
And then, The Run. WHAM! That ball never saw his foot coming and it sailed right into the top of the goal before rolling down the back side of the net. Tucker's arms shot over his head and a jubilant "YES!" rang out over the field.
Atta' boy.
Wrong-o.
We began to get emails in which quickly helped us realize that there is a lot more to childhood sports than when we were kids. Please upload your child's photo to their player page. Please prepare for Family Fun Fundraiser on May 2. Please order your spirit gear by June 1. Please have your child ready for coach's evaluations beginning May 21. Don't forget their cleats & shin guards! Please upload your child's birth certificate on their player page. Please . . .
ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!
So, after a brief adjustment/acceptance period (because there was only time for a brief one) we dove in. And, it hasn't been all that bad. I find I am actually feeling more like the suburban American mom than I imagined I ever could. It's pretty weird.
Tucker had his coach's evals yesterday. He had never played soccer and I wasn't sure how it would go. But, Tucker is as Tucker does. He asked directions and then gave it his all. When the coaches told him to kick differently, he did. When they said to get into the action, he did. It was actually pretty fun to watch him learning.
Then he kicked a goal from about 20 feet away. Or I should say he tried to kick a goal. He bashed the ball and it made a very un-impressive plink-plink-plink before resting about five feet away. Tucker's shoulders shlumped defeatedly and the coach called out, "You wanna try again?"
Tuck nodded and then I saw him rolling his shoulders and I could barely make out his personal pep-talk: "Gotta' man up. Gotta' man-up."
And then, The Run. WHAM! That ball never saw his foot coming and it sailed right into the top of the goal before rolling down the back side of the net. Tucker's arms shot over his head and a jubilant "YES!" rang out over the field.
Atta' boy.
1 comment:
awww...I can just visualize this happening! Go Tuck! (Good writing, Mom)
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