Saturday, September 8, 2012

Soccer Mom

As of today, I'm officially a soccer mom.  Many of the Ethiopian kids come to America with mad soccer skills, and based on what we saw in the care center we had a feeling Eli would be a standout on his team.

But he almost wasn't on his team at all.

He had another long night's sleep last night, and I finally woke him at 10:15.  We had to leave for soccer at 11:00, and I was hoping to get him dressed and get some food in him before then.

Two things that can be very challenging.

Eli is very independent when it comes to dressing himself.  He knows what he likes, and doesn't take suggestions very well.  In fact, Brad and I have joked if there's something we don't want him to wear we should suggest it.

Anyway, I knew he'd probably never worn soccer cleats before.  Or shin guards.  So after he woke up I showed him pictures online of kids playing soccer, and pointed out all of their special gear and clothing.

He seemed to get it, and it worked to get him excited about his special gear and clothing. Initially, anyway.

We got him into the shin guards first and I declared success.  I really didn't care what else he wore, so long as he wore the protective gear.  But then he suddenly decided he didn't want to wear the shin guards after all, took them off, and refused to put anything else on.

So we left him alone in his room, and he just sat there.  Ten minutes.  Fifteen minutes.  Twenty minutes later, he had on shorts but nothing else.  (Not the soccer shorts we had out for him, but shorts.)


At least he wasn't wearing jeans, his recent favorite for 90+ degree days.  I told him he could wear whatever he wanted and packed all his soccer stuff in a bag.  I said we'd bring the bag with us in case he changed his mind and wanted to wear his soccer stuff.

He finished dressing, ate a slice of cold pizza, and we were off.  Just in time.

As soon as we hit the parking lot, and he saw how the other kids were dressed, he wanted his gear.  And he had a great time, just like we hoped he would.

He doesn't always understand what to do when a new ball is thrown out onto the field, so he often starts off behind the other kids.

But he hustles so fast that he's quickly right back in the action.

In fact, he's a bit of a ball hog.

I assume at some point they'll learn about teamwork, these three boys who are on the same team and battling each other for the ball.

But for now I couldn't be more proud of our little ball hog.  ;)


  1. LOL, it always seems to work that way, especially when they're going through that stubborn/independent/bossy phase. Eli is quite a natural out there!

  2. Well played, mama, well played.