During Bailee’s soccer game yesterday:
The ball was heading towards the goal, 4-year-olds straining their little legs to reach it and in a feat of timely coordination kick it in at least the right direction. Bailee is running in pursuit of the ball, but then stops dead in her tracks, turns to us and yells, “Cheer for me!” Now if you know Bailee, you know that this is not simply an innocent request. So we start (and never stop) cheering her on!
Brookelyn’s team, on which there are 3 Brookelyns in total, played a great game and Brookie actually scored 2 goals! Yay! Go Pink Panthers!
It was really fun to be back in that soccer world for a little while. I played soccer every season up until I didn’t make the LHS team, that was Godomof territory and I wasn’t one of them. The “Godomof’s” were the really good girls’ soccer team in Logan coached by Gin Manning. Although my team, The Sting, was a little jealous of their sheer size and height (yes, Katey Thompson was once taller and bigger than me) I’m sure they didn’t have as much fun as we did with Clyde. Pose! Oh, he yelled at us many, many times and even threw his clipboard more than once. It is fun to reminisce. Being on a team taught me many important lessons that are applied to life. You learn to share, to work together, even being a good sport-whether you win or lose. And best of all you learn that no matter the score mom or dad is always there at the end with a Squeeze-it and a Twinkie for the whole team.