How I Spent My Summer: Part One

Back in the spring Brent asked if he could play soccer this summer. Brent. My son who since the day he could walk was not fond of going outside. In fact, I remember many a time, when I would tell him he had to go out for at least 15 minutes. After making sure I set the timer, he would sit right by the front door and cry, until he heard the timer go. So, of course when he asked to play, I seriously considered that maybe this summer we should try to meet that request. BUT, I also have 2 other children, which would mean 3 activities, quite possibly 3 nights out, or more.

After making some phone calls, and consulting schedules, I was able to make it work. Brent played soccer every Thursday night. In the pouring rain and in the freezing cold. My winter jacket, gloves and umbrella were always in the van.

Yes, there were a few nice nights, and one of my good friends also sat on the sidelines watching her son so I always had someone to chat with, so it was a good time had by all.

Brent displayed a great sense of teamwork. He was always quick to pass away the ball when approaching the net, and was always the first to offer a high five when they scored a goal. Which, they did a lot of. His team won every game they played.


But, at the end of the year, it was all about getting a medal to add to his collection.