Soccer

I've been meaning to write about a new spring activity in our household that has now drawn to a close: soccer.  This one activity wreaked havoc with usually serene schedule.  Two nights a week from 6:15 to 7:15.  Good times...unless you have kids that are in bed and asleep by 7 most nights!  It wouldn't have been so bad if they'd slept in, but they didn't.  So, I spent two nights a week at soccer, and the other 5 trying to get kiddies caught up on their sleep.

But it was so worth it.

I have to admit, I imagined Meaghan out on the pitch daydreaming, crying, unfocused, or generally disinterested.  Was I wrong.  She was right into it, beaming the entire time!  Kicks to the shin, or being tousled about in a mob - none of that mattered.  She adored it.  She ran hard, went for the ball, headed in the right direction, understood the importance of defence.  WOW.  I'm so thrilled.

Normally, she was all about defending the net (they played 3 on 3 without goalies), but in the last couple of games some unbridled  aggression (or should be it assertiveness since she's a girl?) got her going hard to the net and she scored some goals.

Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm not proud because she's some sort of superstar (doesn't every mom think that?), but because she went out, worked hard and had fun.

The season has ended.  She has packed away her shin pads, socks & shorts.  Now, as we watch the World Cup she undoubtedly imagines herself running across that soccer pitch and kicking the ball into the net for a GOOOOOAAAAALLLLLL!!!

Her fans.