Watching My Boy

Each of my children have their own strengths. I love to watch them do what they do best. This weekend it was Matthew. Although it was a blustery day, the sun was out a bit here and there and watching the soccer game wasn't uncomfortable. (I will say though, I had cuddle duds, a sweatshirt and my PARKA with gloves) Welcome to October in Iowa. Next week I could very well be in flip flops.

I have told him that it is to his benefit to be the youngest and to have older brothers and a sister who play soccer too. Matthew and Ryan spend a lot of time out in the backyard on nice days kicking the soccer ball around. Some days Matthew comes in crying because Ryan did kicked him or did let him score. Well, I can see the advantage of playing with a brother who is seven years older who also likes to win as much as you. I see the muscle memory when the ball comes to him. He isn't standing there waiting for it. He goes after it and most of the time he follows through.


I haven't ever had to tell him to be aggressive, he has just learned to play his hardest and best whenever he is out there on the field. He has learned that soccer is also about running and not just standing around and watching the ball. I know I said I would never be a soccer mom...never say never because spring and fall you will find me watching my kids play soccer, all three of them!