S was not on board with it this time around. He resisted going to practices and even for games, he said the only thing he liked about it was the snack at the end. :) He improved dramatically this year, though. He is so short still and some of those other kids are fast and tall and intimidating, but by the last game, he wasn't so afraid to run at the ball and actually take it from the other boys sometimes. I was proud of him. He did great at defense and liked being goalie a lot. He said it was so he didn't have to run so much. :)
(I couldn't find a picture of him playing, but here he is with pink eye and the pen he got at the dr's office!)
J just devoured it all. He loves everything about soccer: being on a team and making new friends, working hard and pushing his skills to new levels, running, competing, studying strategy. When he plays, he gives it everything he has. I love that about him. He worked SO HARD this year, and his team had a rough spring season. After winning nearly every game in the fall, they lost every game in the spring - by a lot. J is so fast, he did a great job taking the ball down the field and passing to teammates so they could score. He probably assisted in 80-90% of their goals.
But he really wanted to score. He tried and tried and came close so many times. Then their final game, everything came together. The boys were all there, and they all played together. Their defense was tough (finally!) and they scored 2 goals pretty quickly. Then, with only 2-3 minutes left in the game, J got the ball and moved right down the middle, kicked it hard and arced it right over the goalie's head. It was the perfect goal. I might have cried. He was so happy. We didn't record it because G's battery died, but you know what? I'm glad I was just watching and not worrying about a screen because now his moment of triumph is emblazoned in my memory.
I can't believe I just wrote a whole post about soccer. Me! The things motherhood makes you do. :)