A majority of my nephews play soccer. So soccer is a big discussion at our family gatherings. The girls have grown up listening and learning all about it. The girls thought they had some interest and tried it out this summer. And that's when my girls true personalities shined. Chloe is a very much a girly girl. She likes to dance and ice skate, do her hair and others, put on make up (dress up only) wear cute, fashionable clothes and earrings. Let me tell you soccer is not her thing. She would run towards the ball with the group of people but would never go after the ball. Her arms were flailing all around and she would run sideways or do ballet leaps. Yep, I don't see soccer being a part of her future. But she finished the summer session with a smile.
Then we have Aubrie. She has always been my even mix of girly and tomboy. She loves playing with baby dolls and stuffed animals and playing Dr and is very loving and caring, very sweet and gentle. Then she will turn around get down and dirty in the mud, play with matchbox cars, is into spiderman and superman, picks up bugs and frogs, will growl and get rough and tough. So out on the soccer field her true colors shined. She would run after that ball and kick it, kept her arms up tight to her body like a true runner and player, kept score and payed attention to when her team would score, would look forward to playing every week. She loved it and was sad when the summer session was over. She wanted to play again.
Yes, Chloe is wearing a skort and her hair was down cause that is how girly girls play soccer.
This fall I signed Aubrie up to play on a soccer team. She was so incredibly excited, it was all she talked about for a month. The first week it had rained the night before so the field was wet and slippery. Aubrie had been excited that morning and when she first got there she ran out on the field did some warm up exercises. Then the game began she chased the ball and then slipped and fell. She ran off the field and refused to return. Aubrie was so emotional about it. Just cried and cried and cried. She is a very emotional girl, but usually mud doesn't bother her. She usually will cry after a fall but after a few minutes will move on. Not this time. I thought "great, shes scared for life from ever playing again, and there goes that money down the drain cause she's never going back out there". Pleasantly, I was wrong (there is a first for everything... just kidding). The whole next week she talked about soccer. The day of the game she was a little hesitant, but she went back out there and played her little heart. This week was much more enjoyable and they "won" there game (this is 5yr olds at the Y, there is no winning team). After that soccer was at the top of her list and she was back to loving it.
She got to start the game with rock, paper, sissors. Check out that soccer stance.
She was always so proud of herself when she actually got to kick the ball.
Warming up
Half time, time for a drink. Always had this smile on her face.
Then came the last game. On the way to the game she was so sad cause it was the last one and was counting down the months until the spring season of soccer started. But her little frown turned upside down as soon as she found out it that she was getting a medal for participating on the team. It was like Christmas morning for her. The pictures say it all.
The smile and excitement when she first found out about the medal.
I wish I could have gotten the picture from the ground up. That smile was gigantic.
After she sat down from receiving her medal.
Couldn't stop looking at it.
Being polite and clapping for her team mates.
Showing me her medal.
Not sure, but I may have a soccer player in the family. I love the innocence of these kids and the pure enjoyment that they get from getting a medal. This is what life is about. Love her!!
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