This past Tuesday, Caleb had his first soccer game (first ever, first organized sport, big first I guess)! We did not sign him up in the fall, but the organizer said if he wanted to play in the spring it would be just fine...they would find a team for him.
So that's what we did. I wasn't sure about all of this since my parents didn't "sign me up" for any league sport until I was 7. I can certainly see the benefits of waiting now, but I do think it's nice that he gets exercise and meets new friends. That's what I tell myself anyway!
All the kids looked the same to me as far as ability. The one main difference between the two teams was that I could tell our team had not really practiced before the game, and the other team seemed more organized (our coach had been on bed rest and the assistant decided to not coach in the spring...so Josh just filled in...literally just showing up the night of the game and helping "direct traffic" as I like to call it in pre-k/kindergarten soccer)!
Caleb with his arms outstretched, no idea why!
I think he had fun. He was the goalie once and "blocked" several "shots" (it's almost laughable to even used those terms, but we'll keep with the soccer terms)! When he was on the field, he was able to get to the ball a few times and kick it in the right direction. But with the mob of kids, for this age, it's often hard to even get to the ball let alone have a chance to kick it.
Overall I think it will be a good experience. My dad and Josh's dad enjoyed giving a play by play account of what was happening and joking about what their coaching strategy would have been (they are NOT into soccer AT ALL...this is so new to them, they give us a hard time about the soccer thing)! :o)
Josh with Sarah and Caleb. I love this picture.
So here I am, in yet another stage of motherhood. I guess this would be the soccer mom stage?
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