Soccer Star

Tagg's first soccer game was Saturday. I am officially a soccer mom. After one practice and one game, I am already learning a lot.

Tagg and the Coach's daughter. The instigators of the "Nap Time" strategy.

One, just be happy if your kid runs around on the field for some or all of the game, poses for at least one cute picture, does not hit, kick or push any other kids, and does not yell a swear word - especially not the really bad one.

The kids had practiced at the same goal twice. So when their goal during the game was
at the opposite end...chaos! They could not understand that they were supposed to
kick the ball in the OTHER goal. Needless to say,
Tagg scored several goals for the other team. But at least he scored!

Two, you need some stuff. A lot of stuff. Just when I thought I was done with diaper bag nonsense, I now have camping chairs, a first aid kit, snacks, a blanket, sweatshirts (for me and both kids), drinks, spare clothes including a long sleeve shirt, a port-o-potty for Sloane because there are no bathrooms, and an extra ball for Sloane to play with — all in my car. I suspect that summer soccer may also involve a sunshade of some sort, maybe some spray bottles. And I need to make sure the iPad is in the bag and charged up just in case #4 (see below) doesn't happen.

He's so serious. He loves to run and kick goals. Pretty sure he's having fun.

Three, Saturdays are no longer my day. Or even "our" day. We have to get up early for 8am soccer games, or juggle our usual Saturday plans around 11am or noon games. I'm actually pretty happy about that. How we're going to handle it when Sloane gets in on the soccer/dance action, I have no idea. But I'm pretty sure there are not going to be any Saturday pedicures in my near future.

Four, enlisting a cheering section (aka, aunts, uncles, grandparents) is critical. Otherwise, you will not be in any photos with your little superstar. Your non-playing child will be a screaming mess or trying to run into the parking lot or onto the field while you're trying to get your little soccer star to get up off the ground (the team has decided it's "nap time" so they are all laying down at mid-field while the opposite team is scoring goal. Plus, there may not be anything better than having a huge cheering section when your son gets his first goal in a soccer game. Even better when he proceeds to get three more goals for the other team. And then lays down in the middle of the field because he's tired. And it's nap time.

Five, this is what it's all about. I have never been more proud that Tagg was the first and only kid on his team to score a goal. That he's really good at dribbling, even if it's not always toward the right goal. That his super-giant soccer shorts stayed up. That he scores the most, if not the only goals for his team. That he now loves his shin guards that make him look like a Transformer so much he won't keep his socks tucked over them. That he almost always listens to Coach and tries really hard to play. Watching him clap his hands with excitement about getting to practice kicking a goal. The big hug when the game is over. That's everything it was cracked up to be and more.

We had to pull him aside and tell him it was OK to get the ball away from the other kids.
Most kids get in trouble for that kind of stuff in regular life, so none of them wants to block other
kids or steal the ball. Nuances are lost on pre-schoolers!

And Sloane? Can not WAIT to play soccer. Just like her big brother.

Sloane trying to get in on the action.

She likes to put on Tagg's shin guards when he won't. And steal his soccer ball, drinks and treats
when he's busy on the field. I'm hoping this "style" she's got going means she'll be super fashionable...and sporty.

I'm a soccer mom. I think I scored!

PS...please note: no photos of me with my little soccer star. Please refer to #4 for tips on how to avoid this situation.