My first soccer season Dealing with youth as a parent
He returned this day with a big smile on her face, wrinkled and soccer registration flyer in tow. I did not know what he would show me would change our daily routine for the next two months. "Mom, please! I really wanted to play,''he said with such enthusiasm! Who was I to say no to an 8 year old child asking a question like this? "You've never played any sport! You know there will be a lot of hard work ahead of you? There will not leave until the season is over. "I replied cautiously. However, what I in return was a big head nod for yes, and half a toothless smile that melted my heart.So, the next Saturday morning found us with all other children and parents on the stand U-8 soccer registration, payment of taxes and learning what team we would be cheering. excitement of my son with all that, I must admit, made me just as eager to get the early season. Have you started the season so fast, too? time you flew by! There were great struggles at the beginning, as one would expect from a child into a routine just for sport. With practice twice a week, and the first game only two weeks after the first team in practice, there was little time for the fight. We had to go through learning all the basics of soccer, then a little training of physical force (ie race). There was this practice when the race was a bit too much and we had to leave early because of a stomach ache! It was also the practice when the coach got a little frustrated with my son not be able to "dribble" the ball as well as he had in the last practice. The "pressure" has become a lot for me as well as my son and he really began to doubt that, he was so much enthusiasm to. Leave the team has become a popular topic for discussion at the dinner table. However, fresh reminders of what he wanted that day he gave me this flyer home helped to ease the desire for him to just stop all this. There were several nights of father and son in the yard working on "Football skills" that helped him perform better in practice and in games. There was canceled appointments and plans to adapt to all requirements of football in our calendar. This all came up to this moment, one that has done it all worthwhile. I was able to stand on the sideline and encourage my little boy when he scored his first goal in a match that brought victory to the team. The sacrifice had been so useful, indeed. When I asked him: "Son, are you ready for next season?" I get a big head nod for yes, and half a toothless smile that melts my heart. So when your child comes home asking asking: "Please!"! Do not judge by responding with no coup. Think how it could be just may be worth your time!
