We had a meeting with Cedar’s new soccer coaches at a local park (with a playground so the kids could play while we talked – smart). So here we go with another kid in soccer. I’m excited for him, particularly with the memory of his experiences with soccer from last fall. What a cute little guy, running around and getting muddy on the field.
It was kind of funny – I, the non-sporty parent, am starting to become an expert at this. The other parents had quite a few questions about uniforms, etc. and all I needed to know was where and what time. It hit me that this is our fourth child to play soccer, which makes me feel comfortably worn-in, and freaks me out at the same time. I can’t figure out why. Oh, well. It’ll probably hit me someday when I spill another Wendy’s salad all over myself in the car and start bawling hysterically (another story for another day).