The Time of My Life: musings of a mommy-at-law: Proud soccer mom

So... today was the first soccer game. Evan was a rock star. He scored the first goal of the game. Four goals in all. We were very proud of the way he played. There were only 4 kids there from Evan's team. The games are 3 on 3, so there was lots of opportunity for those kids to play. Unfortunately, one of those 4 kids was a little girl who preferred to stand on the field with her thumb in her mouth. Even then, she didn't like being out there, and would run screaming to the sidelines after a few seconds. (I am NOT judging. Glad it is not my kid - this week. So, no judgment. Just reporting the facts.) Anyway, because of this, the 3 boys played the whole game with very few breaks. The other team had at least 8 kids, so they were still fresh as a daisy when our 3 boys were falling over tired. The second half was tough. Evan was so tired of running, he just kind of stood there most of the time. The coach's kid was the energizer bunny. He was the only one of the 3 that never seemed to get tired. He just ran and smiled and scored goals. It was a super fun game. Very high scoring. There was essentially no defense, so anyone who could maintain control of the ball could score. It was all very cute. Pressley was fairly well-behaved. She only ran out onto the field a couple of times. Luckily, it was never when anyone was headed her direction.