My Instead: After watching my nephew’s soccer game, my sister, my girlfriend and my nephews played a little informal soccer.
Around 1 o’clock in the afternoon,
my sister Karen and her son Connor surprised Annette and me with an impromptu
visit after Connor’s soccer game. Karen rarely pops in like that, largely
because her schedule is jammed packed. She’s busy raising two sons and managing
three Cold Stone Creameries, along with wedding and private party catering and
numerous field trips. Because she is one busy lady, our visits are usually by
phone.
This particular Sunday was an
exceptionally beautiful sun day, so Karen invited us to join her to watch
Aidan’s soccer game at 4 o’clock. Aidan is Karen’s second son and is 5 years
old. Annette and I didn’t have anything really planned so we said “sounds
great!” I called Mom and asked her to join us as well and she was all-in for
the event.
Mom, Annette, and I arrived at the
soccer field and got our chairs set up. We were ready and comfortable for the
game to begin. And what a game it was! I appreciated how the coaches were
teaching and treating the boys (and one girl). It was a positive experience for
both teams and I loved witnessing the true sportsmanship.
When the game was over and snacks
were handed out, it was our turn. Annette and Karen and I were ready and willing to kick the ball around and get our blood flowing. Connor and Aidan still had some energy left too. We set up “teams” and let
the game begin!
We adult-folk reverted back to our
childhoods and laughed more than the boys did. Trying not to break a hip, I
moved gingerly back and forth on the soccer field. During my many attempts
kicking it, the ball continually proved to have a mind of its own. Had I worn
tennis shoes for this unexpected sporting event, maybe I could have outsmarted
the ball! Nevertheless, we had so much fun and the boys loved having us “old” ladies
play WITH them…instead of just watching.
The next day my joints ached a
little, but my spirit felt younger than ever!
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