In an effort not to project my own insecurities upon my daughter, I signed Mary up to play soccer through our local parks and rec department. (Did I mention that I only played soccer for two years…that I was terrible at it…and that I broke my wrist on the eve of my 13th birthday at soccer practice? Needless to say, I’m really not a fan.)
BUT, like I said, trying hard not to project here…
Soccer started the first week of March. Three words…
The upside? Participating in a new activity meant shopping for new athletic wear. No longer are we just a leotard and ballet slipper family. We’ve now added shin guards and PINK cleats to our wardrobe!
Let me tell you, watching PreK/Kindergartners play soccer is a bit like watching HERD ball…not a lot of structure to the game at this age! And honestly, Mary was CLUELESS out there…it was a bit painful to watch! LOL
I think right about now, Mary was complaining about how cold it was!
Practicing being goalie. “What do you mean I can touch the ball? You told me NOT to touch the ball!” And see this little gal in red…born with soccer in her DNA. Seriously.
Upon returning home, our little soccer diva was a bit disturbed by how “dirty” her cleats had gotten…oh sweetie….you have no idea what’s in store for y0u when it comes to dirt! We’ve got the rest of March and all of April to get through!
After soccer practice, we went to watch cousin Ashley compete in a volleyball tournament.
Ashley was recently recruited to play on a national select volleyball team. What does that mean…besides my sister-in-law shelling out more money? Ashley will now be competing in tourneys in both Indianapolis and Denver. Congratulations Ashley!
Yup, she really is 6 foot tall at the age of 15! It’s the Danish in her! ;)