Preschoolers Aren't the Only Entertainment on a Soccer Field.
Let's replay a day from last year. It was one of those mornings when minutes felt like seconds. Before you knew it, we were racing for the soccer field, dragging chairs, chasing balls, and breathing heavy. When you have one of those mornings, the tension between Mommy and Daddy can get a little escalated (you'll understand where I'm going with this later).
We finally made it to the sideline, mingled with a few parents, and set up our cheering section. For whatever reason, my 4-year-old son kept reminding me that he was thirsty, tired, and wasn't really in the mood for soccer. This was coming from a kid who stays in turbo gear all day. After telling him it sounded like he needed a nap after the game, he quickly trotted toward his coach. The soccer finally began and my son moved with the pack for about 45 seconds...then checked himself out of the game 'cause he was hungry and tired. Again, the boy is ALWAYS in turbo gear and NEVER hungry or tired.
As my son kept acting uncharacteristically lethargic, we were starting to get a little frustrated. There was clearly a divide between the four adults (me, wife, and my parents) on how to handle my son's unwillingness to participate. The wife and my mom were ready to coddle and negotiate. Me and my dad, standing with arms crossed, were grumbling and mumbling about "toughing it up." Before you knew it, snippy comments were bouncing back and forth between me and my wife. That followed with my mom being a little bugged with my dad because he couldn't hear anything and was taking my side on the "tough it up" stance. We were a feisty little cheering section.
The four of us finally got our act together and enjoyed a very entertaining soccer game. Of course, my son would be on the field for a few seconds and off the field for a few minutes. It didn't really matter. We just had to realize that a life lesson didn't need to be taught on the sideline of a preschool soccer game on an early Saturday morning.