Not So Much a Soccer Mom

So, as much as I wanted it to happen, I am not a soccer mom... yet. We signed Booker up to be in soccer this year on the 3-4 year old team. We went to the first practice and watched Booker wander off many times and eat dandelions. When they tried to have an organized session in a circle of cones, Booker just went around stacking all the cones. That’s what we expected him to do, considering he’d never touched a soccer ball before. Practice #2 was horrible though. He just didn’t want anything to do with the ball, the coach or the rest of the team. He cried, he wandered, he ran away. He’s just mentally not there, not old enough. It was a bad experience for him... and me. So, we yanked him from the team until next year. We decided that we don’t want to force anything on him and don’t want him to remember this as a negative experience. Honestly, he has no clue. He hasn’t even brought it back up. Not time to put the soccer ball decal on the minivan yet! :)