WHS has been waiting to play soccer for at least 3 months. I was finally able to sign him up in December for a 3 year-old team that started in January. This was his BIG DAY!! He was so excited to put on his shin guards and his cleats, which came from the cleat basket. {If you can imagine HOW MANY pairs of cleats we have already accumulated to date. The great part is that WHS thinks it is A-W-E-S-O-M-E to wear JBS and JLS's old clothes and shoes. In no way does he feel that hand-me-downs are bad and I am LOVING making things like cleats, that get worn for ONE season, make it thru three boys.}
Even more exciting, was getting his very own jersey.
Babe, JBS, and JLS were in Corpus with Cub Scouts spending the night on the USS Lexington. However, WHS really wanted me to take a picture of his number and send it to his brothers.
When we got home, WHS was pooped. He spent the entire game running up and down the field only kicking the ball when the coach gave him the opportunity. He had no idea what he was doing, but he had a smile on his face the entire time. Given that we are a baseball/football family, he did great not having played soccer before. When we got home, we sat at the bar together and ate lunch. And he told me, "Mom, I did great today!" :) I told him that he needed to kick the ball and not be afraid to take it away. He said, "OK Mom. I will do that next time." So matter of fact, taking in everything I said.
This morning, JBS called to talk to WHS about his soccer game. The conversation was precious hearing JBS give WHS instructions on how to play {JBS never liked soccer himself.} WHS listened intently.
Next week, JBS and JLS will be at his game and I think that will make a huge difference having his best buddies there to cheer him on.