soccer | Semantically driven

Saving the ball

For the last few months the lad has been playing indoor soccer because he developed an interest in it last year and it’s not the season for the outdoor kind just yet. I was a bit dubious about him doing this because of the way he acted up at circus school (which he no longer goes to) but he’s done really well.

I’ve definitely noticed the difference in his skill level from when he started to now. He’s doing a Life Be In It kind where there’s some ball skills stuff and then they always play a game at the end. The season started out with three of these groups and now it’s pretty much down to three or four boys in the one group. I don’t know what happened to everyone else but it’s a shame they all dropped out.

Kicking the ball

To JJ’s credit, he’s stuck it out and enjoyed it to boot. Ever since JJ was born my theory has been that sport or some sort of activity will be vital to keep him active and to teach him about getting along with others. I know I will be in for cold, early mornings, and I’ll turn into a mum taxi but in the long run hopefully it will be worth it.

I’d love to know your experience with your kids playing sport, or not.

Last week JJ started indoor soccer. I got up early Sunday morning thinking it was on at 9.15 and luckily I looked at the timetable because it didn’t start till 1.20pm. Also lucky for me that JJ got dressed because his shoes didn’t fit him. It’s only three months since he wore them comfortably but they’re too tight now so we had a chance to go and buy some more. He’s seven years old and wearing size five shoes. Soon he’ll be wearing mine.

I also bought him a new soccer ball which we didn’t end up needing at his indoor soccer but he loves the ball nonetheless. He’s slept with it and he constantly cleans it. He’ll soon wipe all the markings from it. He’s been taking it to school and it’s made it through the first week (provided it comes home today that is). I watched him the other morning sitting on the trampoline caressing his soccer ball with a damp cloth.

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We had an appointment this morning at a local university and after the appointment he had to go to the toilet. He’d been in the exact same toilet (a disabled one) an hour prior on the way to the appointment. This time, though, the door wouldn’t unlock. I let JJ go to the disabled toilet so nobody else could go in and I could keep an eye on him. Hah! I asked a bloke coming out the mens toilets if he happened to have a screwdriver (as if) so we could try and get him out. He didn’t but we tried a coin and that didn’t work. We then called security. The security guy took the lock off the outside and that didn’t work and put it back on. He then managed to undo it somehow and JJ got out.

I was so proud of him not losing the plot and staying calm. He was superb. He was more embarrassed than anything but not too embarrassed to tell the person in the front office at school when I signed him in.

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Thanks to the people who’ve entered the giveaway phone competition so far. I don’t know how I’m going to judge this as everyone deserves to win.

For those who are still to enter your comment won’t immediately show up if you add a link because these comments go into my moderation queue. I won’t be able to check until Saturday night as I’m off to practise and then play at our uke gig at the Fluerieu Folk Festival. Hopefully three nights of half-arsed practise will do and I won’t stuff up.

Keep ’em active

It’s mostly about him really