This weekend Shoo had 3 soccer games. It was like the Ragnar of soccer: 11:00am Saturday, 5:15pm Saturday, and 12:15pm Sunday (heading to that one in a few minutes).
His first game yesterday was hot, there were no subs, and it was on a much bigger field than they played on last year.
30 minute halves, running pretty much non-stop.
Shoo came off the field at the end red-faced, covered in sweat, and looking like he’d run a marathon. I expected him to whine about having to play another game later that day because he was so tired.
Instead, he said to me:
“Mom, that was sooo much fun.”
And then he proceeded to practice soccer for the time in between games and run his tush off at the second game that day.
Sweat is good. Pushing hard is fun. Like mama, like son.
Perhaps that’s why he looked like this at the end of the day…