Before we had kids, Cortney and I talked about how we would absolutely not push them into a sport or activity that they did not want to do. Yes, Cortney played soccer and I was a band nerd, but we weren’t going to make our kids do those things. We wanted them to follow their own passions and interests.
Of course, I know that both of us always hoped we would have at least one of our children interested in the things we were. I am holding out for at least one band geek–especially a brass player–so when Eddie tells me maybe he would like to play the tuba some day, I am encouraging, but not overly so. I don’t want him to think I will be horribly disappointed if he chooses a woodwind (shudder) or choir (bigger shudder).
It has never been a secret that Cortney hopes for a soccer player.
Cort played since he was very little and all the way through high school. He did some adult leagues before we were married and is hoping to get back into some this year or next.
And Eddie has been wearing little soccer warm-up suits since he was tiny.
Even though I think he would have hoped for a soccer player with a girl too, I know as soon as we found out Eddie was a boy, Cortney began to think about the day he would help his little guy lace up his first pair of cleats.
He knew this would be a way he could connect and build a relationship with his boy. Not that he wouldn’t love and support any activity Eddie wanted to do, but this one was special to him.
I was never athletic. I didn’t play any sports. While I was looking forward to Eddie playing soccer because he was excited about it, the Saturday morning games weren’t exactly what I would choose to do. But then I went to his first game. And not only did I get to watch him be part of a team and love it, I got to hear Cortney cheer for his boy.
I will admit that Eddie is entertaining to watch because not only does he do a good job (most of the time), but when he does super well–like the goal he scored this past week–he will dance and give the crowd some laughs. I have NO IDEA where he gets that part of his personality.
Right now he plays for the fun of it. He has some natural talent which we encourage, but if next fall comes around and he doesn’t want to play again, we are not going to make him.
He’s already talking about doing Tball in the spring, which we will sign him up for soon.
But for another two weeks it’s soccer season.
It’s hard to believe my tiny guy who liked to roll the plush soccer ball back and forth is finally a big kid who wears shin guards and cleats. Gone are his chubby dimple hands and feet. They have been replaced by long, lanky arms and legs with kid feet (that stink like kid feet after a game…PU!).
Sports are just another reminder that my boys are growing up. But it’s good. It’s something we have been dreaming about for five years and now we get to see it happening in action.
Whether this is our first soccer season of many or just a one and done sport, it doesn’t matter. We are helping the boys find what they love to do. And that is most important of all.