We’ve been living the whole “Soccer Saturday” thing for quite a few years. We started soccer when my oldest was 5. He would be 16 if he were still alive today.
There was a brief time before Nolan’s death where we had 4 kiddos playing, this was before my youngest was old enough to play. Oh how I wish Nolan were alive to see her play now!
About 2 years ago, I believe, my now-12-year old daughter quit playing soccer. So I guess she played probably about 5 or 6 years which equals 10-12 seasons. She had quite a bit of enthusiasm when she was little, but it subsided as she grew older.
This season is the first that my youngest is playing. And lo and behold, I’m coaching her. It’s a pretty fun experience, but she got placed on a team with all REALLY young preschoolers. She’s 5, but just turned 5, thus she’s still pre-k age. Her team is made of a couple 3 year olds and a couple 4 year olds and her. Now, being young doesn’t mean you don’t know how to play soccer. That’s what we are here for at this age is to give kids that early and fun experience. But… I must say, I wasn’t expecting to have kids quite so young. When mine started playing with this same league, you had to be 4 to play. So imagine my surprise when I met the 3 year olds on my team.
Also, I didn’t realize that coaching would involve having kids who don’t know how to do something like, “Move over here.” And boy, do those kids get thirsty!
It’s been fun though. I plan to continue coaching next season and hopefully thereafter.