The soccer thing though kept coming up over and over. My sister told me about a soccer league in our area that had a good beginner program so I finally said okay and signed her up.
Daddy and Meg went to the local sports store where they hooked her up with some cute, pink, Adidas cleats and shin guards and I headed to target to get her some Umbro shorts and socks.
Last Saturday was her first practice and she did great shooting on goal, tapping and passing.
She was excited to get her jersey and find out that she had the same number as Mommy’s favorite player, Waynee Rooney, from Man. United.
They even managed to get a little scrimmage match in.
Meg had a blast, but I don’t think she realized that soccer is a contact sport. She’s definitely not aggressive by nature and was quick to tell me that another girl had pushed her! Giggling I told her ” Meg you have to use your body to push people in soccer to get the ball.” “Ohh okay Mommy!”
This week she played goalie for a little bit, but the coach (daddy) decided she was better on the field after she let two balls, rolling at a snails pace, go in the goal. Hubby said it was hysterical to see Meg look at the kids running at her, look at the ball and sort of go “Naaah” deciding it wasn’t worth the risk. *grin* It’s gonna be fun watching her learn and grow, till then she’ll always be my little Mia Hamm.