Evan starts soccer tonight. We nearly didn’t get him in (money is as tight as it’s been since I left my full-time job, and we really can’t afford it… but we couldn’t say no either), but it worked out.
So he’s got his jersey, got his soccer ball, got his outfit… He has no idea how to play, and he’s playing in an under-4’s team with one of his ‘friends’ (do kids have friends at 2.8 years old?). So it should be interesting. Hopefully he gets right in there and runs around (fear 1: that he’ll just sit back and watch) or get run over (fear 2: everyone’s bigger than him and he gets frustrated and cries because he can’t get the ball or something).
We know he’ll love it long term, but it might take a few practices and lots of loving words from mama and daddy. Who knows, though, recently he’s started wrestling with Alex so he might just hold his own on the field (though the concept of ‘rules’ will likely be a touch foreign to him).
