Today was busy. Really busy. Busy in a way that is reminiscent of a full-fledged school year. We had to be places with nary a minute to spare and ate leftovers because there was no time to make dinner. I had planned for that piece of today and we had plenty of food, but I always feel a little incomplete when I don't make dinner. Weird, I know.
Anna's participated in her first soccer practice. I don't want to jinx it, but today was better than last year. There was no crying. There was no laying on the ground and picking grass. She told Mike tonight that she "sorta touched the ball." Twice.
Hallelujah! Miracles, people. Miracles.
I'm shocked she agreed to give soccer a try again. I guessed herd mentality worked in our favor this time. Part of me is a little bit sad that she won't know the fun of soccer because I personally enjoyed it so much as a kid. I loved the running and kicking and I detested catching and throwing softballs. Was. NOT. My. Thing.
So now I gotta let go and let Anna decide what her thing will be. So far I'd say that her thing is reading. Reading anything and everything she can get her hands on. I like that. It's fun watching her burrow into her blankets on her bed and read and read and read. And as long as she maintains a semi-good attitude... okay, as long as she doesn't cry on the field, I will be pleased and at peace with her soccer career. She is free to decline the sport from here on out. Anna already told me that she doesn't want to do it next year. I doubt I will even bring it up.
There still remains the thorny issue of whether she will learn to ride a two-wheeler. Anna seems to be racked with fears about that one. Mike and I are trying to back off and see where next summer leads us. I know she will learn. I know that there's no urgent reason a child of six years has to know how to ride a bike. Seven years will be just fine. I think I just get caught up in my own expectations, which are entirely irrelevant to my children's pace.
Repeat. My expectations are irrelevant. At least on stuff like this.
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3 comments:
Hey Maggie!! Byron still won't ride a 2 wheeler. He says he will skateboard if his friends want to ride. I wanted to let you know you weren't alone there. 😊
Georgia learned to ride the 2 wheeler just before turning 5. She's now re-learning on her new bike at age 6, because it's been quite a while since she rode. She's into the idea, but it's not like she's into the idea of taking off on her own, riding all over the place, etc. Baby steps. Anyway, point is, don't fret if Anna isn't psyched about it yet. All in due time.
Soccer's going well for us only because Joe is the coach. : ) First game is tomorrow, which means MORE KIDS. NEW KIDS. She has already told me she's nervous, so we'll see how this goes. She does sort of seem to like the actual sport itself, though, if not the hanging out with other children aspect of it. ; )
My question is: Did you go out for soccer in hs, and why not? Is there a DG adult women's league you and I can get in on?!
Another thing that just occurred to me b/c we went out and practiced this afternoon for fun -- Anna is welcome to try biking on our long flat driveway and our dead, dead, dead no traffic dead end street. If that sounds appealing to her.
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