^^^ Practice was great! I mean, look at the joy on her face. She dribbled and kicked, and honestly, I was kind of impressed at her agility for a 4 year old. ^^^
^^^ All smiles....she loves soccer...it's all pink cleats, turquoise jerseys, and FUN! ^^^
And then some one....some one...told her right before the game started, that the game of soccer actually consists of playing against other kids who are trying to steal the ball away and score at their own goal. And when the game began, that she would have to run, keep the ball away from the other team, and score....but of course, have fun while doing it. Pretty standard, right? I mean, we figured we should give her a heads up about what was about to go down, as I'm pretty sure she had never actually witnessed a soccer game. I now realize we should have had that conversation before we signed her up.
This is about where it all came undone.
And this is about where I had a detailed, visceral flashback to 3 years ago when we went through this EXACT. SAME. THING. I was so incredulous that all I could do was laugh at the situation.
Really???? Really!!! It's just soccer!!!!! Are we really doing this again?!? I was so sure this time would be different. Blakely is our feisty one...Miss "I Don't Care". She was SO pumped about this. What on Earth made her balk at the thought of a (gasp) competition is beyond me.
After most of the game went on like this, Coach Daddy finally decided to help her along (read: make her play) by holding her hand and running along. This is seemed to work...almost magically.
I thought, wait...is she totally playing us???
^^^ That little face tells me she knew exactly what she was doing all along. ^^^
I'll just make a big fuss and act like my sisters did when they played soccer and surely Daddy will end up letting me hold his hand the entire rest of the game and be my security blanket FOREVER!!!! Muahahahaha. I've got 'em right where I want 'em.