Our first night of soccer was Thursday. I agonized a bit during the day, worrying that Hunter might refuse to play. You see, other activities I have ever signed him up for haven't gone the best. Case in point- Cherub choir (we dropped out), swimming lessons (haven't done it in about four years), karate (um.... it was stressful), vacation bible school, etc. I could run through all of the reasons why I think those activities didn't go very well but I don't have the energy.
What I do have the energy for- telling you about how much Hunter absolutely loved soccer! Hunter knew as we headed into the evening that two of his schoolmates were going to play on his team- the Patriots. He changed into his uniform all by himself. Compare that to changing into his karate gear. Like night and day. Anyway.... Mitch helped Hunter with his shin guards. They're tricky, especially for those of us not well versed in the art of soccer. We took a number of pictures before we left. And I even remembered to pack diapers and wipes for Mason and water and snacks for both boys. I'm typically not that on top of things :).
The soccer time was divided up into 30 minutes of practice/drills and 30 minutes of play/game. Our first opponent- the Buccaneers. They won. While they don't really keep score, the other team scored on us about five times in comparison to our one or two goals. Hunter worked so hard on the field and showed really good instincts regarding the goal. He had a number of really good kicks. He was hesitant to get in front of an opponent who was kicking downfield. On the sidelines, Hunter cheered with gusto. He and some other little guys were chanting, "Patriots. Patriots." When we got into the car after the game, Hunter said, "I want to play soccer again next week." My heart was bursting with joy. It was the perfect way to celebrate our ten-year anniversary. We went out for ice cream after the game.
