Just to let you know, we survived Bible school.
On the fifth day there was a family event in the park with a magician. It was really a great experience. I stood back and watched the kids, parents and family members with great big smiles on their faces as they watched the show. I felt my heart tug when I saw the girls raising their hands, laughing in all the right places and their bright eyes taking everything in. For a moment I had this overwhelming sense of joy. I even took pictures of people I didn’t know just because they had such huge smiles on their faces.
The church and all the volunteers really did an amazing job. I was happy we were invited and decided to take part.
Over one hurdle and on to the next. Soccer. Heh. I can only laugh right now. We’ve had one practice and had a team photo taken. At the first practice Brad and I each probably grew about 10 gray hairs. I had no preconceived notions. I just hoped they would go in there, stay in line and listen to the coaches. I think Brad thought that was what was going to happen. He was wrong and my hopes did not come to fruition.
Tegan was pretty good at first, she kicked the ball around. Alani wanted no part of it. If she wasn’t staring at me hoping I would tell her to come she was just standing there or clinging to her sister. If the other kids were in line, mine were off by themselves. I kept telling them to get in there and listen to the coaches. I mean, I don’t even know if that’s bad etiquette. Finally, the girls started listening to their coaches and kicking the ball around, then practice was over. No! Heh, they were finally doing it!
All the other parents didn’t seem annoyed at us or the girls but we were both worked up. I guess we forgot that they are only four years old and this is their first sport. I’ve tried to tell myself and Brad that its going to be a chore for us and we need to just come to terms with it.
I bought Brad a book about soccer since neither of us know anything about it. He read that at our girls age the only thing they will be interested in is kicking the ball. That is good to know. That way we aren’t expecting more than we should. We both sighed with relief. Okay, so they aren’t too horrible. Heh.
Brad has been thinking a lot about this and is coming up with a couple of strategies. One is to get out there earlier. That way they can kick the ball around a bit and hopefully get their awkwardness out of the way. Two is not to bring Momma. I’m not sure what I think about that one, I want to watch them. But he says they are better when I’m not around to cling too. I haven’t decided what I want to do. I don’t want to hinder the girls, but I don’t want to miss out either.
Our first game is Aug. 22. Wish us luck!
On the fifth day there was a family event in the park with a magician. It was really a great experience. I stood back and watched the kids, parents and family members with great big smiles on their faces as they watched the show. I felt my heart tug when I saw the girls raising their hands, laughing in all the right places and their bright eyes taking everything in. For a moment I had this overwhelming sense of joy. I even took pictures of people I didn’t know just because they had such huge smiles on their faces.
The church and all the volunteers really did an amazing job. I was happy we were invited and decided to take part.
Over one hurdle and on to the next. Soccer. Heh. I can only laugh right now. We’ve had one practice and had a team photo taken. At the first practice Brad and I each probably grew about 10 gray hairs. I had no preconceived notions. I just hoped they would go in there, stay in line and listen to the coaches. I think Brad thought that was what was going to happen. He was wrong and my hopes did not come to fruition.
Tegan was pretty good at first, she kicked the ball around. Alani wanted no part of it. If she wasn’t staring at me hoping I would tell her to come she was just standing there or clinging to her sister. If the other kids were in line, mine were off by themselves. I kept telling them to get in there and listen to the coaches. I mean, I don’t even know if that’s bad etiquette. Finally, the girls started listening to their coaches and kicking the ball around, then practice was over. No! Heh, they were finally doing it!
All the other parents didn’t seem annoyed at us or the girls but we were both worked up. I guess we forgot that they are only four years old and this is their first sport. I’ve tried to tell myself and Brad that its going to be a chore for us and we need to just come to terms with it.
I bought Brad a book about soccer since neither of us know anything about it. He read that at our girls age the only thing they will be interested in is kicking the ball. That is good to know. That way we aren’t expecting more than we should. We both sighed with relief. Okay, so they aren’t too horrible. Heh.
Brad has been thinking a lot about this and is coming up with a couple of strategies. One is to get out there earlier. That way they can kick the ball around a bit and hopefully get their awkwardness out of the way. Two is not to bring Momma. I’m not sure what I think about that one, I want to watch them. But he says they are better when I’m not around to cling too. I haven’t decided what I want to do. I don’t want to hinder the girls, but I don’t want to miss out either.
Our first game is Aug. 22. Wish us luck!
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