Soccer!

With my hubbie otherwise engaged, the soccer duties fell to me today. While I have taken Aidan to his various toddler soccer activities, this was my first glimpse into the world of "real" soccer in the distinguished kindergarten-1st grade slot for our town's soccer league.

Pre-soccer, we had my friend Christine over with her girls' Ellie and Casey. I asked her to keep an eye on the kiddies so I could take a moment to actually brush my hair. At her laughter I responded, "Yes, I will not brush my hair for a visit with you - but for all those soccer moms, I'll break out the brushin'".

And was I so glad I did. So very glad. (I only wish I had thought to break out some lip gloss.) Because, apparently, the entire town of who-ville plays soccer. It was a mass of mini vans and SUVs descending upon the soccer fields. All for the love of five year olds who can't kick the ball and run at the same time.

But for one of those five year olds, mine, that hour of soccer was a picture of a child in pure joy. Aidan didn't score a goal. I'm not sure he even attempted a goal. But every moment he was on that field, he was laughing or grinning. He loves the game. Not the score. Not the competition. Just the game. It was such a pure emotion, so unspoiled. Just pure joy.