Saturday, May 17, 2008

Today was a soccer...

tournament for Pele. His team walked away with two wins, after some definite tense moments of action.

One of the things I missed most while on the strictest of bedrest immediately following surgery was getting to see him play soccer. He has a natural talent that Husband has nurtured with instruction and encouragement. Watching him is sports poetry in motion.

Had enough of proud mama bragging?

I'll try to be more restrained now.

Anyway, his main position is to play fullback, which means on his 8v8 team he is one of two defenders in front of the goal. As a fullback though, he can take the ball and go the full length of the field for a score if necessary (and if his mom is screaming her brains out!) He excels in this position and works hard to make sure that no one gets past him to try and score on his goal.

Today, towards the last of his first game, his team had pulled ahead significantly enough that the coaches moved him up to play as a forward, meaning that he was now one of three players to be actively pushing to make a goal. He kept holding back though. I could tell he was uncomfortable in that front position, almost unconsciously trying to pull back into his more normal place.

I wanted him to be bold and confident in that front spot, to be hungry for a goal, and to push forward when necessary. But it just was not his spot, not his time, and not his comfort zone.

Making my goal as his Mom to nurture and encourage him when out of his comfort zone, instead of just screaming my brains out.

3 comments:

  1. Love it. You can talk all the proud mama soccer you want as far as I'm concerned. Both my boys played fullback and the Sweeper position. Some years the two of them were on the same highschool varsity team and were both in the back defending the goal. It was so fun to watch. It was fun to see them push forward sometimes too. Have a great Sunday...

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  2. I watched a soccer tournament today as well! Ours was an exercise in frustration...two games, two ties. It was the end of the spring season for my boy and what a disappointing way to finish! I do love to watch him play; I wouldn't say "sports poetry in motion"...he's more like "determination and all out guts, no holds barred in motion"...

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  3. Oh, I love some proud mama talk, too! Bring it on, girl!

    I can imagine how hard it would be to restrain yourself. I know he is receiving the most wonderful guidance and encouragement from you and his daddy. Can't wait to hear more!

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