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On a windy, cold and rainy Saturday my kids had their first soccer game. I was indifferent as to what would happen during the game. In other words I really didn’t care whether my kids won or lost. I was much more interested in how my kids dealt with the game, competition, sportsmanship and adversity. This first of many organized games would help build their character.
For me it was the first time my children would actually be competing. I have a history of offending people and going a bit overboard during sporting events involving family. I remember on one occasion while coaching my brother’s wrestling match my brother appeared to be suffocating under the other wrestler as the he was trying to pin my brother. The tapping motion gave me the indication my brother could not breathe. The referee was oblivious to what was happening and was only focusing on the inevitable pin that was about to take place. I didn’t care if my brother got pinned, however I did care if he could breathe. I ran over the referee and pulled his leg and yelled at him to pay attention to my brother not breathing. I was pissed. The referee didn’t know what to say exactly and the head coach tried to cover for me by letting him know I was the brother of the wrestler. Needless to say it was an embarrassing moment for me, but the protector in me takes over and there is little I can do about it.
Before the start of my son’s soccer game I reminded him to really go after the ball and to have fun. The game started and my son quickly got upset because he at first couldn’t get to the ball because of the hoard of kids that always seemed to surround it. I could hear him complaining as I took 1000 pictures and I chuckled.
Half time gave me a chance to give my son some pointers. He complained that the other kids kept pushing him away from the ball (and they had). I told to push back a little so he could get the ball.
The game resumed and my son found himself in the mix right next to the opposing teams goal. With a big kick my son rocketed the ball into the goal and I couldn’t get my camera into position fast enough. With both hands in the air and an ear to ear grin I yelled GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! I was so happy for him and so very proud. I could hear his mother and sister yelling from the other side of the field in excitement.
From that point I didn’t keep track of the score even though I think it was a tie game. I was just happy that he had a good time and of course scored a goal.
My daughter’s match was next and I was excited to see her skills in action. She is much more athletic than the average girl. The game started and she found herself in the mix several times. She didn’t get pushed around and did very well hanging with the boys. My little girl isn’t timid and that is awesome. She likely gets this quality from her mother.
I am constantly rooting out loud for my daughter. Since I am the type of guy that can make you laugh and offend you in the same breath, I root my son and daughter while being very careful with the words I use. I do this not just for the sake of the other parents but for the sake of my kids and what I want them to learn from me.
My overprotective parent instinct didn’t kick in on this day. When my son was getting pushed by another kid who was trying to kick the ball I was concerned for a split second. My son’s yelling at the boy telling him to stop pushing made me laugh so it chilled me out. I know that my son needs to get used to a little rough housing from time to time.
It was a great day for the family and my wife and I were so proud of our kids. Even more I was glad that I didn’t have to work so I could be there for the game. I am looking forward to the next game.
