Yesterday, the four of us hopped on our bikes and headed to the soccer fields. The mail lady commented on how she wished she could join us in the sunshine as we whizzed by.
Full Speed rode his big boy bike. No training wheels, no how.
We were golden. We did some drills (all according to Mad Dog’s direction–my soccer knowledge consists of ‘kick the ball’ and ‘don’t use your hands’).
The best part was when Mad Dog played ‘keep away’ from the me and the boys. It took all three of us, intense concentration and sometimes we caught a break to occasionally knock the ball from Mad Dog’s skilled feet. The boys loved this game.
Then, Mad Dog tried to have Full Speed run a ‘dribbling’ drill. Apparently this means doing something with your feet and has nothing to do with the fine motor control of retaining saliva in your mouth. Since Full Speed wasn’t good at controlling the ball in this manner; he pouted, cried and acted like a very spoiled two year old.
The bike ride home was drama-filled and drawn out. Full Speed refused to pedal (he’s not so great at riding without training wheels yet either).
At least the weather was lovely.
Eventually, Mad Dog had to coax Full Speed home on foot and I had to carry his bike while balancing mine with my free hand. It was a long walk home.
I’m so thankful for second chances and new days.
So far so good.
I guess sometimes you need to go to the brink of bad behavior before you can return to the land of the well-behaved.
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Aww sorry to hear that the soccer practicing did’t go well. Sports can be frustrating when you can make the ball do what you want. I have no doubt he will get better 🙂