Soccer season is over. The last six weeks have been a lot of fun. Noah looked forward to his game each week. We had a great time cheering on the Hippo Ducks, visiting with other mommies and daddies on the sidelines and watching the kids kick the ball to whichever goal they could get it to. By the end of the season, Noah knew the rules well - No hands (or crying), Play nice, If someone takes the ball from you, you take it back with your feet, Make goals and Have fun. That he did!
Noah taking the ball down the field to score.
Love this. Noah is playing defense so Blakely can score!
Kynlee came to cheer Noah on. She would have rather played than be a cheerleader. She kept running on the field after the ball!
One word. Stud.
To end the season, each player was awarded their very own soccer medal. Noah is SO proud of this. Coach Bryan and Coach Tracy did a great job not only teaching the kids how to play, but making sure they all got turns with the ball.
I enjoyed my time as a soccer mom. Watching Noah play sports as he grows up will be a joy of mine. That I already know.
The real point to this post is to tell the story of Noah's first shiner. Last game of the season, Noah was in. He had already scored two goals. He brought his A-game. We're playing the Yellow team and there was this boy who was rough. I mean R-O-U-G-H. That kid was out there pushing and shoving and pulling hair. (Ok, he was not pulling hair, but he was rough!) During the first time out, Noah had already let me know there was a mean boy on the other team. Well Noah wasn't having it. Something transpired (I missed it because I was texting a play-by-play to Cody who was at the station.) and next thing I know Noah was crying pretty hard. Noah came over bawling and holding his face. He took his hand away and immediately there was a bruise. Noah is just like me. He bruises like a peach. So needless to say, Noah got his first shiner. (This is something that makes Daddies proud, I hear. I just felt bad for him.) Noah sat out for a while, but not too long. He was back in the game shoving that mean boy and made another goal for a total of three for the final game. The bruise continued to spread underneath his eye. It was black and blue for a good two weeks. (He still has a bruise as I'm typing this now.) Since I know watching Noah play sports will be a joy for me, I also know I'm going to have to toughen up my soft heart because in contact sports, injuries are inevitable. (However, the power of prayer will keep those injuries to a bare minimum.)
