Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Soccer Mom

It's official, I am now a soccer mom. Aly decided that she would like to play soccer, so I signed her up. Of course a few days later I get a call from the Parks and Recreation department asking for parents to help coach. I said that I would be happy to co-coach, but that I also had Brooklyn to watch, so that was all I could do. BIG MISTAKE! a few days later I get a call back to let me know that no one else is willing to coach, so either I step up and be coach or they will have to move kids around and make bigger teams. I am now coaching eight, four year old kids a couple times a week.

Let me give you a glimpse of how my first practice went...We get to the park and Aly informs me as we get out of the car. "Mom you go play soccer. I am going to play at the park." This is not a good sign of how practice is going to go. I have a team of eight, six boys and two girls. Chloe Andersen is the other girl on the team, she is also in Aly's preschool class. Her mom Valerie and I decided to have the girls join together.

I have to bring Brooklyn along because I don't have anyone to watch her. Every time I am not looking she'll pick up a ball and go throw it in the street to watch it roll down to the drainage ditch, then she'll run out into the street to catch it. All the other parents are trying to help watch Brooklyn, but she doesn't make it easy.

When I try to get Aly to dribble the ball she informs me "I don't really want to do anything with the ball so I am just going to practice running." (Just what a soccer coach wants to hear) I finally just have to ignore Aly completely because she refuses to do anything I ask. The other kids are doing pretty well. At one point we play a game called Treasure Island where all the kids have to go get all the balls and dribble them back to the island. It does not matter what ball they get as long as they get all the balls to the island. This game tends to be a problem for the kids that are really possessive of their own ball. Really, the two that are the most possessive are the two girls and by the end of the game they are both in tears, crying and crying and I can not comfort them no matter how hard I try. All the boys are looking at them like "what is the problem? Why do they keep crying?"......Then a few players on the team keep coming up to me every two minutes to ask if practice is over yet because they want to go play at the park......SIGH......Only two and a half months left.

Second practice was so much better minimal tears and the only child I wanted to strangle was my own. She spent the first thirty minutes of practice crying because she wanted to have my whistle because she is a "coach"...There was no reasoning with her. She even trailed along after me passing out orders to some of the other players. So we will see if I can survive being a soccer mom.


Valeri said...

I said it before, and I'll say it again. You're a saint, Camille.

Angie said...

Wow, Camille! Even though it's probably not funny for you, it was kind of funny to us reading this post. Because we could picture the whole thing as you were explaining it. I'm soooo sorry Camille. Hopefully, it will get better soon.

We looked into dance classes but found out they schedule dance classes around the school year. So it wasn't going to work out afterall. But then Teri sent us an invitation to play for i9sports Soccer for free; so we thought why not. So now I may be helping coach a soccer team whenever the main coach can't make it.

Let me know when your games are so we can come cheer Aly on.