The lass had her first soccer practice this morning. She was up early and when I came downstairs, she already had on her short and shinguards. She also had her cleats lined up and ready to go. All she was missing was a ball. Thankfully, it was still outside.
Her practice lasted about an hour. They split the kids up into a boys and girls group and then proceeded to do some simple ball control drills. Then they let them play a 3-on-3 game for the last 10 or 15 minutes. The lass was all business the whole time. The coaches gave them water breaks and she’d jog over and linger just long enough to grab a swig and then head back over. No staying to chat things up or ask when practice would be over or if she could play the Wii when she got home.
I suppose this requires a little perspective. A couple years ago, we signed her up for a soccer camp through the Y. She was all for the camp right up to the point where ball was put in front of her. After that, she didn’t want anything to do with soccer. It took the Wife going out and playing to get her to do anything.
Proof positive that kids do grow-up a bit.