The kids so loved watching their sister play soccer last year that 3 of them decided to join her this year (our oldest chose piano and our youngest is too young). We were a bit hesitant about letting our 4-year-olds play because we weren’t sure if one of them was “ready” yet. Alas, we couldn’t allow one to play and not the other so we signed them up.
Game day arrived Saturday. “Was he ready?”, you ask? He played for one quarter. He did not move. It was painfully hilarious. He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak. He just didn’t move. Not one step.
He did once look over at those of us yelling at him loudly inspiring him toward greatness. He still didn’t speak; but, his eyes told us that he disapproved of soccer and everything it stands for.
“Josh, did you really let him stand in the middle of the field for a whole quarter?” I did go onto the field once and did what any parent would do: asked if he was ok, then told him that I’d give him ice cream if he ran and/or touched the ball…just once. Didn’t work. The video is post-ice-cream-bribery.
Oddly, he happily ran and played at the park as soon as the game was over. Perhaps we’ll give sports another try next year.