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My daughter has two older brothers who have been playing hockey, baseball, soccer, etc., since before she was born. In fact, I can remember sitting through games pregnant, nursing, with a toddler and most recently with an increasingly bored little girl.
We waited patiently for her to reach the age that her brothers were when they started organized sports, so that she could experience the same joy and pride from athletic accomplishment that her brothers had. Two years ago we registered her for recreational soccer.
The following Spring she announced she really wanted to try soccer again. A pink uniform and her best friend being on her team seemed to bode well for a better season, but no. Rinse, lather and repeat from season one.
What’s that saying about fool me once shame on you, fool me twice and shame on me? Guess what gluttons for punishment actually registered her for a third season of soccer at her request? But if you can’t beat ’em, you might as well join ’em, so guess who volunteered to wear the extra large Coach’s jersey this time around? Give me a whistle and call me Coach Jennifer.
The lead up to the first game did not go well. My daughter was concerned that the shorts were too baggy, the socks too white, and the cleats were the most uncomfortable shoes she’d ever worn. Our first game was scheduled for 9am on Mother’s Day, and I was mentally prepared for the worst Mother’s Day experience EVER.
The morning dawned sunny and beautiful. My little soccer girl and I headed down to the field together, with my stomach in knots and her pink cleats clicking on the sidewalk. We arrived to find a few of her classmates already there, and she raced ahead of me to show them her uniform and her moves. The game started, and she volunteered to be the first goalie, and went on to make seven saves. Then she took a shift on forward, and dribbled up the field, scoring the first goal of the season.
And if the price I have to pay is the extremely unflattering extra large coach’s jersey, then so be it. My daughter and I are Team Chelsea this Spring, and I could not be more proud.