Soccer

When growing up I didn't know much about sports. My family was not sport oriented. My brothers didn't play any sports and my dad was not into football or baseball like a lot of men are. I then married a man who is not into sports. I signed my daughter up for t-ball when she was 5 but she spent the entire time in the outfield with her mitt on her head and picking daisies. Needless to say I didn't sign her up again. So when my son turned 5 and my friend suggest I sign him up for soccer, I was dubious. I actually drug my feet and whined, but she was persuasive and I went ahead and did it.

It was amazing! He loved it. He was not the star player nor did he have natural abilities like some kids displayed, but he had a desire to play. He actually won the most improved player 2 or 3 years in a row! I have spent many seasons sitting on the sidelines watching practices and games. It went from a few cute little boys playing amoeba ball to a good size team of some good size boys that are really good players that are actually a lot of fun to watch.

A couple of weeks ago his team was in a soccer tournament. They didn't win, but they came pretty close to it. The team played hard and they played well. There were some boys that were very disappointed but they had no reason to be. They had an awesome team with some really neat coaches (I can't say that for some of the teams they were up against!)

Just letting you know, Kameron, that I'm proud of you. You played good and you are an awesome team player. I hope you keep playing and I hope you take the time to coach some amoeba ball when you have kids of your own!