Hazel and Parley played on their first soccer teams this spring season. My friend Lori tried to warn me, "Never sign up for spring soccer. It is miserable." I didn't listen. I now understand. The season ends tomorrow and of their eight games, two or three (maybe?) were pleasant weather.
But other than the wind chill, and wet grass, we had a great season. Both of them cared more about the treat at the end of the game than scoring goals, but they were at least happy to be there. Hazel was as timid on the field as she is in social situations, but even though she had no intentions of trying to get the ball away from anyone, she'd run along following it as we cheered from the sidelines, "Good running! Nice Try!"
Parley was not timid. Distracted? Absolutely. He'd run around pulling up his shorts around his underwear following the rest of the crowd, but with no idea where the ball was. "Watch the ball, Pars!" we'd yell, and he'd look all over (shorts still pulled up) and not see his teammate throwing the ball in. Once at kick-off of, Jed and I looked over just as Parley was shaking his hips around and around with his shorts hiked around his hugs. Apparently he was watching his shadow move.
When he did get close to the ball and the kids though, his aggression was key. At a time out, he came running off the field and said, "Mom, I tried to punch that guy because I thought he was a blue guy, but it was actually Atticus." I tried to explain that punching isn't apart of soccer, but since someone yanked his ear during the last game, he couldn't quite understand the difference.
All in all, we had a great season. We don't have our sights on the World Cup in the future, but Provo Parks and Recreation is second best.