Toddler Soccer

Finally, Asher is playing soccer. He has been begging to go for quite awhile; ever since he realized that Simi plays and he doesn't.

Today was his second soccer session. At this age, they don't have games or even divide into teams. Instead, everyone has their own ball and they play activities designed to strengthen muscles and teach basic skills.

Toddler soccer is adorable. It's a bunch of 2 and 3 year olds who are running around clueless. Normally, some are crying, some are banging themselves into walls, and some have the potential to be the next Pele.

Considering that Asher has only kicked the ball once before, he did great. When practice first began, he ran out onto the field without me and I felt this tinge of emotion, watching my baby acting like a big boy. Emotion got me even more as he dribbled downfield and upfield and followed the coach's directions. And then, as much emotion as I felt, perhaps he felt it too. He ran up to me, took my hand, and led me to the field to continue. Together, we had a wonderful time jumping in and out of hoola hoops and weaving in and out of cones. And just about the time when he was ready to leave, the session ended and it was time to go. Perfect timing. I can't wait to do it again next week.

Next time I'll bring my camera.