It's registration season. Meaning: the time has come to be an active/ involved/ supportive/ parent that helps to facilitate the love of being active through sports... so I must SIGN UP my kid for something! It's the responsible adult thing to do. (I hope you're hearing my sarcasm.)
For me, this season is met with tentative dread. Or maybe I should be "cautiously optimistic?" (Inside family joke. hehe) Rewind to registration season 2015 and I was ecstatic. I couldn't WAIT to sign my son up for something. ANYTHING. His dad couldn't wait to sign him up for soccer... so soccer it was! Dad even signed up to be an assistant coach. Of course I swooned. :)
Ivan couldn't make the first practice, so "soccer mom" stepped in. At our first practice we discovered there was no head coach, so Ivan was promoted and everyone looked to me to make the decisions of the day. Uh. Okay. I can make decisions. I set a practice day and time, watched my kid act like an idiot with a stand-in coach (assuming he was just excited and things were off anyway since we were coach-less for that meeting), and headed home feeling a little smug and a lot excited.
First (real) practice- my kid turned summersaults in the backfield. (Is backfield a soccer term?) His dad was AMAZing though. For real... coach of the year stuff. I was SO proud... of my husband. We chalked Ridge's crazy inattentiveness up to it being his first (real) practice, talked about ways to improve on the way home, and looked forward to our first game.
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| There's seriously something super sexy about watching your husband coach your son! |
First game- disaster. Ridge refused to play. He ran for like, two seconds, said he was tired, and then cried when Ivan tried to get him to play. And it wasn't just Ridge. Two-thirds of our team fell apart. Veteran parents tried to reassure the rest of us "dumb struck" rookies by saying "it gets better the longer they play" and "mine was totally like that his first season." Again, on the way home there was a talk about how we could improve, focusing on what it means to try our hardest, and then we let it go.
The season improved very little... so little that we didn't want to sign up for season two, but Ivan had done such a great job coaching that other parents asked him to coach again, so we decided to give it one more try. Besides, everyone told us your second season is SO much better than your first! Okay... season two.
Season two was MUCH better! So let me say this: always give it a second try. The veteran moms were right! Ridge probably isn't going to be a soccer superstar, or maybe it's just the fact that he's four, but he has a TON of fun running around pretending to be a superhero as he chases the soccer ball. He even scored a goal during season two! He's ready to sign up for season three, but also wants to play baseball. So the question this registration season is this: sign up for two things (which sounds crazy stressful and like a LOT on all family members) or give up the soccer team we've come to love. The verdict is still out. I'll let you know what we decide! Until then, one of my favorite parts of soccer season two was capturing (the good) moments on camera!
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| Snacks are always a favorite part of soccer time... or a great excuse to sit down. Take your pick ;) |
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| He looks like a killer player here. In reality, he loves having his picture taken and did exactly what I said to grab that "perfect" shot. Haha. The world will never know. ;) shhhhhh! |
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