Proud Daddy

I am a very proud dad right now (well I have always been a very proud father) and have been since last Saturday. I put my kids in soccer this fall at their request because they have watched it with me for many years and decided that they were finally ready to play.

Well this past Saturday was their 4th game of the season. My daughter’s team got beat pretty bad but they collectively played well in their defeat. My little girl played extremely well on defense and made some great plays. Her only problem is that she is bigger than most of the other girls so she is not very aggressive with the ball as she does not want to hurt any of the other girls on the field. But she got the ball down near the other team’s goal and kicked a shot on goal that was blocked and normally she would not have gone after the rebound, but I was screaming at her to keep playing on. And she must have heard me because she went for the rebound and kicked it in the net. I leaped out of my chair screaming GOAL and was almost in tears due to my happiness. My baby girl scored her first goal in soccer.

As soon as my daughters game was over it was time for my son’s game. His team was playing much better as a team than they ever had thus far in the season. They were passing the ball to each other and playing strong defense together. They had given up two goals to the other team early in the game, but had also scored two goals to tie things up. My son had taken it upon himself to be the team’s leader on the field by giving his team mates instructions on where to go and what to do during the whole game. They were tied at two goals each going into the final minute when my son stole the ball from the other team at midfield and drove the ball down the field and kicked it with some hurricane force into the net and scored. I again leaped out of my chair was screaming GOAL. My lovely son ran to the corner of the field to slide on his knees while beating his chest and then he put his hands up in the air. Shortly after that the game was over. So not only did my son score a goal which was his first goal ever in soccer, he scored the game winning goal.

So by the end of their two games I was more exhausted than my kids were and I had no voice. Me and my brother were compelled to take them out to their favorite hole in the wall burger joint for lunch after the games due to their each scoring for the first time. I could not have written a script for a better day, both of my kids each scored their very first goals in soccer. I was the proudest dad on the planet.