I was bubbling with excitement when I signed Brendon up for soccer this year. He didn’t have any interest the last time we’d attempted it, lasting only two practices, but this time I was sure he was ready at the ripe old age of 5.
Our team, the Butterfly Dragons, great mythical creatures, could in fact be quite mighty, unfortunately they weren’t. They were more Butterfly than Dragon. We had a hubby and wife coaching team, Luke and Laura and they were wonderful and amazingly patient with the children. *If you are edging 40, you’ll likely remember the grand soap event of the Luke & Laura wedding. *
This past Saturday, our final game, against the Sharks, was indeed our best. Scoring goals, passing downfield, Brendon not waving at mom and dad and asking loudly to John if he wanted to run on the field. I even started to lose my voice, I got so excited.
Turns out, Brendon may not be a soccer player. It took half the season for him to figure out what exactly he was supposed to be doing and all season for him to actually kick the ball during the game. I have my suspicions that he didn’t like the crowd around the ball, but he could’ve been busy daydreaming about Sonic. Who knows.
And really, Vance and I, were unprepared for soccer. I hadn’t realized until practice started, I would be driving in rush hour traffic twice a week, all of 4 miles, taking on average 30 minutes. On top of that, Saturday!!, blessed beach day, Saturday, would be a soccer games. Noooo. It is with mixed emotions we say goodbye to soccer and also organized sports with games on Saturdays. We are not ready. We’ll try again when we’re not living in idilic Hawaii. Most likely not soccer.