Spawn has been doing soccer this year. It's only been a month or so, and though she's not a world cup player yet, she's learning the basic skills pretty well. When she's not picking flowers or pretending to be a penguin, that is.
Every Friday night is game night for the under 6 group, and we were delighted to see her really engaging in the game yesterday. Even more exciting was when she gave the ball a good hard kick, broke away from the puppy pile of kids surrounding the ball and headed for the opposing team's goal. Despite my sore throat (I'm a bit sick right now), I couldn't help but start cheering her on. At first I didn't think she was going to make it. She got a bad kick in and an opposing player got out in front of her. Spawn was determined, however. She kicked the ball hard enough that the opposing player failed to stop it and then she continued on through the goal. We were very impressed.
She got a little possessive about the ball after that, but we figure it was just the excitement. I've only seen a couple of kids take the ball most of the way down the field to score a goal, so naturally I'm a very proud father that mine did just that.
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