Kiddy soccer season is long over in the Midwest, but today I am sharing a post of how our family came to enjoy the sport. Our interest in soccer all began with Prof, who is a huge fan of Manchester United, a UK football (aka soccer) team. Whenever my husband watched a match, Piano Man would sit down and watch along with his father. And whenever Prof traveled to England, he managed to find Manchester United uniforms for our boys. If you take a closer look in the photo below,
we- Prof still manages to squeeze Linus into his 12-18 month Manchester United away jersey long past its wearability. No matter. Linus wears it as a cute muscle tee.
I, on the other hand, always had difficulty liking sports. For example, in the area of American football, I never paid much attention to games, even if a group of people gathered for a Super Bowl party. I usually snacked on something and gabbed away with the girls, occasionally chiming in with a question about a referee’s call on a play. After four years of watching high school football as a drum major and flute player in my high school marching band, you’d think I would have picked up a thing or two about American football….uh nope.
For kids in Cyprus, many of them carried a football as soon as they came out of the womb, at least that’s how one of my mommy friends in Cyprus described how much kids there love football. Whether these kids were dining at a restaurant in the Old City or enjoying a day off at a nearby park, kids in Cyprus played football religiously. Because of this, Piano Man enjoyed playing and learning, although he was light years behind. Thus, when we came back to the States, Piano Man asked to play in a local soccer league.
Luckily, Piano Man’s other classmates joined the same league, and friendships deepened during their journey together in learning and playing the sport.
(Photo Above: Prof helped prepare the kids with some good ole’ fashioned stretches.)
The practices were tough on little five to seven year olds, but they managed to make it through their first game. The tentativeness over the ball and timidity in making a goal was very apparent. Kids didn’t want to get kicked in the shins, and those shinguards came in handy when an aggressive kid came tumbling down the field.
Piano Man demonstrated a very gruff grunt every time he kicked the ball. Many of the parents found it endearing, and we knew he was giving all his might to add some “umph” and power to his kicks. I chuckled at the sight because he sounded like a well known tennis player who likes to make those same sounding grunts when hitting a tennis ball.
Over the course of the season, we watched those kids grow in their skills, teamwork, and confidence. But as the fall weather took a turn for the worse coming down in the form of freezing rain, friends and family stood by faithfully cheering on the kids.
Unlike everyone else on the sidelines, Linus stood there without any rain gear. True to his independent personality, he didn’t want to wear my jacket or hoodie to keep dry. It wasn’t until another parent offered him a froggy umbrella did Linus decide to remain covered in the rain; but by then, he was soaked to his diaper.
Thank goodness the ref called the game. By the end of the final game of the season, each kid took home a certificate and medal, and we were glad that we could go home, dry off, and sip something warm.
(Photo Above: Teeth chattering and quivering lips,
Linus was glad to be out of the rain and cold.)
Now that I have shared a fun family story about our first soccer season, and all my crazy tutorials on everything and anything related to LEGO Legends of Chima, I am going to take some time off from the blog, regain a little focus, and enjoy spending time with my family and loved ones. Thus, I’ll be taking next week off from blogging. I hope you and your family have a wonderful weekend and Thanksgiving holiday wherever you are around the world.
From my hometown to yours,