He is practicing one evening a week, then has a game on Saturday mornings. He loves wearing the uniform and carrying around his official water bottle.
We were a little nervous at first. He was just about the slowest kid on the team...dribbling the ball down the field took for.ev.er. Seriously. He was Saaallloooowww. And when I suggested that we practice at home, he totally blew me off, saying that he practiced enough with his team on Tuesdays.
But thanks to some good coaching (or a miracle...not sure which), he has turned out to be a pretty good player! He is all about defense, and has a knack for getting in front of the ball and turning it around on the other team, and also for last minute saves. A couple times in each game, he has buzzed right in front of the goal and headed off the opponent's goal kick at the very last second.
He is so freaking cute, and I am so proud of his spirit in the game. He cheers himself ("WOW! I have such a good, strong kick, don't I, Mom?") and his teammates on ("Catherine is the best goal getter today!").
And look! I am a soccer mom!!