ME: being a on a team means not always being able to do what you want. once you commit, you must finish the season. after the season, if you never want to play again, that's fine. but, you will finish the season. do you understand? (what she hears, "yada yada yada")
B: yes Mommy. i want to play sooooo bad.
ME: you want to play. are you sure? there is no quitting.
B: I want to play. please let me play. i will kick the ball to the moon. will my coach get mad at me for kicking the ball to the moon?
So, i fell for it...i signed her up. She loved practice...listened well...but HATED the scrimmage part of the practice.
"There's only one ball, Mommy and that doesn't seem fair to everyone."
So, Saturday was game day. like any good soccer girl, i had her
hair all fixed up...white ribbon and all. she had on her fresh new blue cleats, shiny black shorts and shin guards and she was ready for action. We could not get to the fields quick enough.
Then, well...there was a whistle. and things went from bad to worse and, well, you just have to look for yourselves:
the initial whistle blowing incident...tears have started.
we're okay still.
I make her go on the field...she can pout or scream, but she must be on the field.
Wow...look at those cute shoes. Those are nice shoes.
Well, she looks great. She is...well...a fighter. (note that Ryan is the shirt and shorts in the pic...he's also the assistant coach...not embarrassed at all btw)
We'll see what happens next week when we have her in her ear muffs to keep the whistle sound out. Yes, we are THOSE people.