Where the mild things are
Posted: September 20th, 2009 | Author: Dave | Filed under: Coping, Featured, Sports | Tags: family, Fatherhood, kids, parenthood, soccer | 4 Comments »
I’m the parent of that kid.
Do you know the kid who stares at his feet while everyone else sings at story hour? The one who won’t sit on Santa’s lap or acknowledge a seldom-seen relative? Do you know that kid? That one puttering in the sandbox while the other kids enjoy the bouncy castle? I know that kid.
He’s my son. And he wants to play soccer.
He doesn’t have the eye of the tiger. More like the cheekbones of a meerkat. So when #8 slipped into his jersey and doll-sized shin guards, dad was nervous.
“How much did this cost?” I asked my wife.
“Fifty dollars for eight weeks.”
“We could have just tossed two twenties and a ten into the fireplace. This will end poorly.”
“Try and be positive.”
“This will probably end poorly.”
The coach called them in to stretch. William sat in the semi-circle and reached for his toes. He reached for the sky. He lined up for a turn at kicking the ball. I skittered across the edge of the field, snapping pictures wildly, certain that the photo op would end soon. And abruptly. With pouting.
He ran and kicked, taking his “position” on the field. I’m felt optimistic. Just as I snapped the photo to the left, he walked off of the field. “I quit soccer,” he said.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling strangely vindicated. “See?” I thought. “I knew it.”
“Everyone is faster than me,” he said.
“You’re doing awesome, William.” I said. “I saw you running up and down and getting some good kicks! Look, here comes the ball. Now, go out there and get it! Here it comes!”
He was still. Poof! The Devil of Disappointment appeared on my left shoulder. Zap! The Angel of Optimism on the other. “What did you expect?” said the Devil. “Another typical day with William. Get used to it.”
“Just hold on,” said the angel. “Give him a minute. Let him work it out. He’s almost there.”
Five seconds passed. Then ten.
William ran out onto the field.
“See?” said the angel.
He made two more trips to the sidelines, but always went back out onto the field. That night, I asked him for his favorite part of the day, as is part of our routine.
“Soccer” he said without hesitation.
Yeah, he’s a meerkat. But he’s the baddest meerkat you ever saw.
ill have you know i just high fived the air in front of me.
good show gentlemen.
Thanks, Joel!
It takes all kinds to make a team. What a nice story about a boy finding his way.
We are three years into the soccer thing and it is just starting to get intense. Enjoy the early days of sideline visits and dragonfly watchers. Pretty soon they will be begging to tryout for travel, and the $1400 price tag will drop you to your knees.
Con,
Thanks so much. It is fun to see the kids out there having fun. I loves playing sports as a kid and learned many life lessons, like who to win graciously and that sometimes in life we all lose. Good lessons and exercise, too!