Every Tuesday night, Coach Rob races home from work to get to the soccer field and teach game basics; they practice passing and talk about teamwork. Thankfully the league's not very competitive -- there's one little girl on our team who almost always picks the ball up with her hands whenever it rolls her way. And since it's family night at Chick-fil-a across the street every practice night, we often come home with face paint and balloons.
Saturday is game day. Madeline puts on her YMCA-issued pink jersey and matching pink soccer socks. Her shin guards are so tiny they look like they were made to protect my hand from a ping pong ball. She runs her heart out and all the parents cheers like mad even when she kicks the ball in the other team's goal.
Super fan! |
At the end of the game, all the parents make a tunnel with our arms that the girls from both teams run through. They love it!
So does this officially make me a soccer mom?
Playing with the coach's whistle |
Rapt with attention. Or are they looking for bugs in the grass? |
4 comments:
So fun! Yes you are an official soccer mom. But I mean that in the best way possible! And I'm right in there with you!
Yes, officially you are a soccer mom. At least you don't have a mini-van. And I know you probably are probably dressed fabulously on the sidelines. :)
Did Madeline come up with Dolphin Mermaids?
So cute! Love that they named themselves. I'll bet Rob is a great coach. Is Charlie trying to distract the girls on the other team with his shirtless bod?? ha! :)
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