Oh my goodness, this almost six-year-old is growing in all directions by leaps and bounds–and goals.
“Grandma Grandma Grandma, I kicked a goal, it was crazy!”
“I was running and running and then I kicked the ball and I scored a goal!”
“High FIVE to you, buddy! “
(We high-fived through the phone.)
“Do you LOVE It?”
“Oh yes, I love it so much. Daddy says I can sign up for lessons.”
And there you have it, the birth of a future soccer superstar.
There’s video but he’s just a blur, running back and forth FAST, curls bouncing along with him, eyes on the ball, giving an assist to a teammate (where did he learn THAT?)
I think back to when his dad was that age and had no real interest in team sports AT ALL. The coaches always asked him to join: soccer, baseball, football–cos he has those long arms and legs and he was fast too, but he never really cared about stuff like that.
I guess it skipped a generation.
The last time I saw my little buddy, we played ball in the backyard and he was so proud to teach me the proper way to throw a baseball.
“I learned this in PE, Grandma.”
“First you swing your arm, step your foot, and throw. Swing, step, throw.”
“No, like THIS.”
He was very patient with me. I followed his directions and he caught ball after ball and threw them back with determination and accuracy.
“I taught YOU something, Grandma!” “Don’t ever forget…swing, step, throw!”
“Don’t worry, T. I will never forget. Never. I promise.”