So I asked Bee what she wanted to do this fall, play soccer or dance. Well she decided to play soccer. So our first game/practice was pretty good. Bee came up with the name of the team, we are known as the 'Green Machines'. We left and Bee says to me in the car, "Mom I think this is going to be really fun!" Well Thursday's game was not so great. We played the Killer Bees. Bee was doing great for never playing soccer until her and a opposing teammate collided and hit each other in the head. See, because they are so little, the coaches can be on the field to help out and no one tends the goal. Some of the same rule applies, but not all. So when the two collided Bee turns to me and I shout "Its okay, shake it off!" She then continues to play and when the other team scored, I ran out to get her. She is still crying and doesn't want to play anymore. Well she went from me to her dad to Grandma Donna to Aunt Colie back to her dad and then to me. While she was going back and forth she happens to say to all of us: "I wish I would of picked dancing!" We all go a chuckle and she decided not to finish the game. Through all of the drama, we still won 5-2. We got home that night and she said that she didn't want to play anymore and I told her that the decision was up to her. Well, Friday came along and her dad called to ask is she was going to play on Saturday and she responded with: "Ya, my team needs me to be there to help win!" So, we went Saturday to play and she did really good. She got the ball a few times and kicked it, but other than that she pretty much stays away from it. We won 10-1. I don't blame her for staying away from the ball. We are going to practice before the next game on Thursday and then she can decided if she wants to play or not.
We just scored our first goal. 1-0
Bee getting a touch of the ball.
Bee and her friend Abby passing the ball.
Light after dark.
1 year ago