My Soccer Kid
After much anticipation, the soccer camp held by the Futbol Funatics started last April 4. Zoe was so excited to join the class but we were wary that, like always, she would turn cold turkey upon seeing the other kids. The afternoon started well. So well, in fact, that Zoe was so excited to finally get to wear her knee-high socks and her temporary soccer outfit. She was quite hyper in the house, but then, on the way to Tahanan Village, where the camp was to be held, Zoe dozed off! She was still snoozing when the coaches were already calling the Beckham Buddies (her age bracket) to enter the circle.
After a few tries and nudges, Zoe woke up but was, as predicted, in her crankiest mood. She was overwhelmed by the number of kids and coaches, I suppose, so she spent almost a half hour clinging to my thigh. She hardly performed most of the exercises, but then, the soccer ball was beckoning her to join the group, and eventually, she was on her own kicking the ball. It was such a delight to see kids of different personalities together. So cute…one was always crying, the other asked for his milk bottle, another kid was running around in a different direction, and the parents were a different story. The parents and some yays came in full force. Hubby and I wanted to just stay by the sidelines and leave Zoe to mesh with the gang, but then Zoe was not yet ready to let go of me so fast. So there I was, looking silly holding my daughter’s hand as she tried to “dribble” the ball around the cones, but enjoying it just the same because I knew, despite Zoe’s clinginess, that she was enjoying, too.
The second session was an improvement from the first one, although Zoe still wanted to have me around for the first few minutes of the class. It was hilarious when the coach instructed all the kids to lie on the grass with a soccer ball under their tummies, then, after the coach blows her whistle, the kids have to “explode” and start kicking the ball toward the goal. Well, Zoe was super hesitant to lie on the grass, but she gave in. When the coach blew her whistle, all the other kids started running and kicking while Zoe was left there brushing off the dried grass that clinged to her socks and shorts. I should have known she hates getting dirty!
We’re off to her third session tomorrow. That’s her pic above giving the thumbs-up sign, a sign she loves doing when she looks at me and her dad for reassurance or encouragement. My girl’s loving soccer while I’m loving being a soccer mom : )