Well, I am officially
a soccer mom. Not that I haven't felt like one for the last 14 years running here and there and everywhere with my kids, but now I really am a soccer mom. Last summer while practicing volleyball with Jayden we noticed how fast Luke can run and how well he kicks a ball. We started talking to him about soccer and he was all about it. We got him a soccer outfit and his own soccer ball for Christmas brought all the way back from Jamaica. We would kick it around and play soccer in the house. Yeah, I did say in the house. We waited and waited to hear something about soccer sign ups for spring. One day Luke told me his classmates had soccer practice. I made some phone calls only to be discouraged. Any other sport would be begging for extra players, but soccer was this big deal. I could not believe how hard it was to get to be on a soccer team. I was very discouraged and it was looking like too bad so sad Luke was not going to be in soccer. I practically begged. It turned out Amber Graves had a team of 8 year olds and Luke could join her team. Only because I knew Amber, I decided to go with it. I was not thrilled about Luke joining a team of kids 2 years older than him that have been playing since the age of 3. Tonight was Luke's first practice. He was so excited, had his shin guards on and took his new ball. I arrived early to fill out paperwork and he jumped out of the car and went to kicking his ball. He kicked the ball running from one goal to the next about a dozen times before practice even started. The rest of the kids arrived, 10 in all, 6 girls, 4 boys. The kids are nice to him . Luke was the little guy, but he could really keep up. The boys are very aggressive, so Luke doesn't always get a chance to kick the ball during a scrimmage. He runs and smiles and seems to love it.
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