Summer soccer is finished. We spent our last Saturday morning on the blazing hot field working up a sweat and enjoying ice cold Gatorade and orange slices.
I liked having Mom and Dad cheer for me on the sidelines. But Ryan insisted on playing his games independently. He demanded that Mom and Dad stay at my field while he played all the way on the other side. He liked waving at them every five minutes, and sprinting over for Gatorade at the breaks. But hilariously refused to let them sit with the other helicopter parents: Independent Soccer.
He only let Mom sit with him on the last day, because he wanted a picture of the medal ceremony.
He was the most excited kid ever in the history of 3-year-old soccer to get his participation medal.
We'll miss those soccer Saturdays, and the Tex-Mex lunches that always followed. We will forever associate sports with Gatorade and guacamole.
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