Thursday night was Ryan's very first Soccer practise. We decided to enroll her despite the overwhelming evidence that not much soccer playing would go on. The night progressed as follows;
NO - I don't want to change out of my filthy pajama shirt.
NO - I don't want to put on anything resembling soocer attire, including sneakers.
NO - I don't want to go, I want to play on the road.
Then we got to the field which is conveniently located next to the community park and I heard the following;
NO - I don't want to play soccer, I want to go to the park.
NO - I don't want to use the soccer balls provided, I want the one that little girl is using.
NO, NO, NO, NO!
I am also hopping that the word 'yes' is in my future.
2 comments:
Our first year of soccer, T spent more time on the blanket with me than on the field. The second year, he spent about 25% of the time on the blanket, 50% of the time on the field and 25% of the time in his room because of temper tantrums. The third year he had a blast. And that was the last year he wanted to play!
This makes me wish I had put J in a sport this summer. Who am I kidding...I would melt.ha ha!
I am sure yes is in your future. You just have to wait another 25 years. You can do it.
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