...even though I am not exactly...good at it.
To say that is an understatement.
You see...I have never actually played in a soccer game. I have never played in a soccer match. In fact I don't even really know the correct terminology for this said sport.
If you know me than you probably are aware of how exactly un-coordinated I am. You might have seen me run. (I may do this several days a week but I am NOT good at this.) You may have even possibly seen me kick a soccer ball once or twice with my kids. But you have never seen me kick and run at the same time.
I am not sure I am actually capable of this feat.
But guess who is the head soccer coach for Will's soccer team this fall?
Yep. Your's truly.
I didn't ask to be the coach.
I volunteered to be an assistant coach for Abbey and Audrey's soccer team. You know where my responsibilities might include tasks like behavior management of the little buggers on the bench.
I am really good at that task.
Or perhaps even double tying the laces of soccer cleats. I know I would get an A+ on this task.
But...running soccer drills. Nope.
Or setting up scrimmages. Uh uh.
Thank goodness for You-Tube. And teach-me-soccer-drills dot com.
So each night I have set out with a plan featuring warm-ups, passing drills, kicking sets, and various soccer-ish games. The kids are running, playing, and they even managing to kick the soccer ball here and there.
My son is thrilled I am his coach. He doesn't seem to care that I have no.idea.whatsoever. what I am doing.
And he's the reason why I was crazy enough to agree to this nonsense.