They were pretty excited about it.
Let’s just say, this mama has witnessed some cringe-worthy things in the sports world, and I didn’t want my little guys getting hurt. In any way.
They did. And they loved every single minute. Except the bit when they were so tired all they could do was just stand and watch the ball roll past.
They made some great friends and didn’t come home with hurt feelings (or hurt anything), even once.
And, despite their team being the last one organized (for some last-minute parents), they dominated. Like, really.
In fact, the entire season, they only had one goal scored on them. And they? Scored a lot. Jude even booted a few in – causing his mama to scream like a crazy person (see above on needing lessons on not raising my voice).
Not sure how to break it to them that if they play next season, they just might be on the other end of a 10-0 score.
But for today, in our little town, on the YMCA soccer team for 7/8 year olds, they are undefeated. Pretty much on top of the world.
The rest can wait.