"Mommy, me pay occer?"
"You can play soccer next year buddy"
"Okay."
And the next day we would have the same conversation. Followed by the same conversation the day after that. And so on and so forth.
Well the day has come and Will gets to play soccer at the Y. He's been practicing for over a year now, putting us all to shame as he ran circle around us, through us and over us. The boy loves soccer. Just look at that tongue out in concentration! (He gets that from Jon. And it still makes me laugh to this day to see the faces Jon makes when he's cooking up a storm in the kitchen or building legos with the kids. I love it!)
Will had fun but took his practice very seriously. He was a little disappointed when he didn't get a jersey or play a real game. At his age soccer is really a skills clinic. Will wants to play on a team, with big nets and officials with whistles. Baby steps little man, baby steps.
But you can mark my words, this boy will be an athlete. He LOVES sports. Wants to play all of them, watch them all, understand everything about every one of them. A few days ago he comes shuffling downstairs rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawns ... "Mommy, guess what I dreamed 'bout?"
"What baby?"
"Soccer!"
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