My oldest son started playing organized soccer when he was around 5 or 6, but he’s kicked around a ball since he started walking. When his little brothers came along, he taught them the finer points of the game as he understood them, so they could play, too. He practiced, and trained, and played his heart out year after year.
This year, as tryouts approached, he let us know that he was thinking about taking a break from soccer. “I might like to try football next fall,” he said. We talked to him about the pros and cons of both decisions, and asked him to think it over and let us know.
He did. And next month, he’ll pull on football pants, shoulder pads, and a helmet, as he gives it his all. I know he’ll play his heart out on that field, too. I’m excited to see him try something new.
But I sure will miss watching this:
My son is only 3 right now but already but husband is talking about him playing soccer. Except that over here, we call that football 🙂
Aw, you're such a proud mama! My son loves to play with balls too and is a good kicker, so soccer might be in the future for him….