I think I've mentioned it in passing, but the Kid played soccer for the first time this fall. His team--which was comprised of other kids from his school--played on Saturday mornings, and then practiced one night a week.
For our family, anything that happens on weeknights is a hard sell. Sometimes it's difficult to just do dinner/bath/bed in a timely fashion, let alone adding something else.
But he really wanted to play. He was getting bored with gymnastics (his previous activity), and, of course, some of his friends were playing--a tantalizing draw among the kindergarten set.
I committed myself to make-ahead meals, made it clear to him that this was a trial run only, and signed him up.
And then, in a series of events that I still think a little badly of myself for, I volun-told Sweet Husband to help coach.
Actually--to make it sound a little better--I initially volunteered us both. Or, rather, one of us. Something along the lines of, "Well, someone from our family can certainly pitch in, but one of us has to watch our daughter, too, so I'm not sure who will do what." And then we gave the Kid the choice, and he picked his dad.
So really, the Kid and I both volun-told Sweet Husband to coach, right? I'm gonna go with that.
Thankfully, regardless of how it started, soccer ended up going very well. Like, so well that I have the spring sign-up day on the calendar already.
The boys had so much fun together. It became their manly thing, and the Kid practically glowed as they packed up and headed to practice together on Monday nights.
We had a lot of fun at the games, too. I never disliked watching the Kid do gymnastics, but it's just not really a spectator sport. Watching soccer, on the other hand, is exciting and hilarious and lively to cheer for.
Little Miss got a bit frustrated a few times--we're going to have to sign her up as soon as she's old enough, because she wants to play--but on the whole, she had a lot of fun watching brother and his friends, too.
Maybe even more than all of that, though, I loved watching the Kid become part of a team. I don't want to make this sound like a Mighty Ducks movie, because it's never that beat-you-over-the-head in real life, but just the way he talked about his teammates and playing as the season went on....very much worth one family dinner night sent akimbo. Very much.