July 16, 2021
Sunday mornings were invented for pee-wee soccer.
My little guy is never happier than when he’s wearing his soccer jersey and running around like a maniac.
I am never happier than when I get to watch him do it while I drink a still-hot cup of coffee. (If you know, you know.)
Last soccer practice, the kids were squirrels. The game went something like this:
Each child stands in front of a small orange cone. A few feet away is a sea of round discs--these are the “nuts.” Dribble your ball, collect a nut, and then dribble back, placing the nut on the cone—the soccer player who collects the most nuts wins.
Sounds simple.
My son’s hand immediately shot up with a question.
“But how should we dribble the ball?”
To the delight of everyone, the coach provided a visual demonstration.
First, he zoomed a soccer ball straight across the field--blasting it against a far wall.
“Don’t do THAT,” he says.
The kids all laughed.
“Or THIS.”
This time he just barely tapped the ball, giving it no forward movement.
Absolute hysterics.
“And DEFINITELY don’t do this.”
He rocketed the ball high into the air towards the rafters.
By this point, the kids were calling to be legally adopted by their new hero.
“You dribble a soccer ball this way.”
Coach dropped the ball at his feet and demonstrated how to use light touches to move it forward while remaining in control.
And, just like that, concept mastered.