I was always a really active kid. Through the years, I played softball, basketball, volleyball. I ran track (though I hated running and signed up for events like high jump, long jump, and discus instead). I was on swim team for several years, and practically lived in the pool in the summer. Outside of school, I was always riding my bike or putting miles on my rollerblades. I didn’t compete in sports after my sophomore year in high school though. When it came right down to it, my writing and music ended up trumping athletics, so I put away my jerseys and knee pads and kept busy with band and writing camps and a few different part-time jobs.
One sport I always enjoyed watching, but never had the opportunity to play was soccer. In college, I loved heading across the street to the soccer field for home games. And Stevie and I enjoy watching the World Cup every couple years, cheering on the US Men’s and Women’s teams. Cadence had been asking us to play soccer since last spring, but we told her she had to wait until she had a few swimming lessons under her belt. She watched the US Women’s team with enthusiasm, and was thrilled when Grandma Jayne and Papa Duane surprised her with soccer lessons for Christmas.
We’ve been counting the days.
Just after the new year, Cadence found out that she was going to be on the Cubs team with a few of her friends from school, and this afternoon they had their very first practice and game.
C had a BLAST! She played hard and learned a lot. And it seems she has a serious interest in being a goalie (just call her Cadence “Hope Solo” Romano). She was a little bummed that she didn’t score a goal, but she’s already excited for the next practice and has informed me that she wants to play more soccer.
I don’t think I ever imagined I’d one day be a Soccer Mom, but after watching my baby girl play today, I think I’m ready to wear that badge proudly.