It really was just a few months ago in which the boys participated in a soccer camp and discovered, to their chagrin, that they really weren’t all that good.
They have been working (and playing) diligently since then. In addition to our family soccer time, Oliver plays with a group from school one day a week, and Simon has had a more focused and intense soccer skills development program here in Brooklyn for the past 8 weeks. But last week was the last week, at least until spring.
What I won’t miss is the Friday frenzy of me getting to the school with all his soccer stuff, riding all the kids back to Brooklyn and down to the park where Simon changes into his soccer clothes, then I wrestle on his shin-guards, socks, and cleats before sending him off to play for an hour while I catch my breath.
What I will miss is seeing him out there on the field, looking competent and confident. He takes it pretty seriously, so although he is enjoying himself, he’s also pretty critical of himself and trying to figure out how he can improve and what he can do better.
His last day was scrimmage day. Instead of doing drills, they played scrimmage games the whole time. He looked like he was having a good time, but when it was over he was a little down. I couldn’t get him to tell me about it for a while, but later that night when Micah and I were talking about how well he did and how much he improved he told us that his team had lost all of the scrimmage games, and that why he was sad. But he also said that he felt good about how he played, and that he did his best.