I feel as if I came to a "right of passage"... I am officially a soccer mom! I don't drive a mini van or a Volvo, but I do have an adorable little five year old who is excited to kick around a soccer ball and be on a team.
Ethan has been excited to play soccer for months now. He just could not turn five fast enough. Ethan and his dad went shopping for the shin guards, cleats, soccer ball, shorts and socks.
This morning, Saturday, Ethan had his first soccer game. His team name is the Sharks. Friday night he was so excited for this game, he carefully set out his uniform and squirmed and giggled as he climbed into bed. The next morning, just as the sun was beginning to rise, Ethan bounced into our room ready for the big game.
The Rauch family headed out the door for an 8am game. The team consists of friends that Ethan attends church with. It was great to be cheering on our little Sharks with friends and family.
Ethan and his pal Henry
Let's go Sharks!
|Emmett and his Grandma|
Emmett is Ethan's #1 fan. He refused to get out of his stroller, watching the game pretty intensely for a 3 year old. I could hear his quiet raspy little voice holler out, "E-an" (aka Ethan). (Yes his socks are not matching... that is how we roll in our house hold)
I loved the sense of pride I felt watching my little Ethan-bug running down the soccer field. He may not be the most coordinated player right now, but what a joy to see him growing up and learning to enjoy new things. Life is so good!