Dribble, pass, shoot
Dribble. Pass. Shoot. That's what Danny learned at his first soccer practice on Saturday. Armed with his shin guards, knee-high socks, soccer shoes, and size three soccer ball, my four-year-old made his debut performance on an organized, YMCA-sponsored sports team.Armed with our matching red canvas chairs, a small cooler filled with water and fruit, and a big brother by our side, we parents watched proudly as Danny did just as Coach Joe told him to do. He was willing, able, and excited. His head was in the game. And besides his one shout out to us -- "I don't want to play anymore" -- Danny remained focused for his hour-long commitment.
"Was I so great at soccer?" Danny asked all day on Saturday. We assured him he was a superstar. He assured us he had fun.
Next Saturday we go back for practice #2. Six weeks of games will follow. And then maybe a lifetime of athletic competition. Or maybe not. It's up to Danny. We'll provide the exposure. He can determine if sports are his thing or not. I can't wait to see how it all unfolds.
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Part of the reason that I don't belong to a gym is because I live in a city devoid of them. There's a handful of them here, but they are small, have limited equipment, and no childcare. They also all charge more per month than I paid for a membership at a large, well-equipped center when I lived in a large nearby city. But two things have changed recently that may bring me back to my gym-going ways. The first is an exciting new fitness center going in across town. The second is a brand new YMCA that's nearing completion.









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