I try to keep a list of things I want to blog about, but I remain unenthused and unmotivated. Big surprise. I love writing, but not if it feels like an obligation. I have enough of those. I like to write when I need to relieve some stress or recognize my blessings. And I have a lot of both…stress and blessings!
So on my list has been to blog about soccer for my youngest two. Nothing exciting, just a tidbit I want to remember. M and S played Upward Soccer with our church for the first time this past spring. Neither one knew anything about it. And I knew even less. Didn’t even know they needed cleats. Well, duh. Guess who refused to spend I don’t know how much money on cleats they would only wear a dozen times, including practices. Yeah, that’s me, the cheapskate. Sorry, it wasn’t on my priority list. And they did just fine without them. Each kid played the same team for 6 games. Yup. Only 2 teams for each age group. S’s team was really good so she played goalie a lot (required the least amount of skill). M’s team lost all but the last game. But he scored the first goal of the season. My amazing, hard headed (literally), full speed ahead child. I always tell him that one day when he has allowed God to harness that determination and energy he will change the world for Jesus. I fully believe that. Now to me having that same strength to hold on through the valleys…..
M’s coach’s wife told me at the last game how much her husband loved M. How he appreciated his zest for life and will to keep trying. And of course, it made me cry. Because us moms of RADishes don’t hear that a lot. We hear how they got into trouble at church or disrespected the teacher or argued with the other kids. We don’t often hear how much someone appreciates our child. And means it. And our kid wasn’t manipulating for attention, either. So as M is taking his 2 steps backwards right now, I’ll hang onto the fact that someone else loves my child. Just because he’s M.