Soccer is fondly known as "the beautiful game" so I suppose it's fitting to dub the actual spring soccer season as the beautiful season. The reality is it's more like the crazy season around here. And today is the official start of D's soccer season. For us, it means D getting home later, staying out late on game nights, and sitting in the indecisive Nebraska weather which may send snow or freezing rain into the month of April. For D, it means getting organized, longer hours, and the renewed desire to coach his team to wins. Yesterday, we went to the last indoor soccer game that the boys were playing in during the off season. I took the kids to the bathroom and when I returned, a former player had arrived to watch the game too. He greeted me with "I was wondering if you were here" and a warm hug. A 20 year old Hispanic guy who was genuinely glad to see this 30 something, whiter than white mom. That sounds like such a trivial thing but it is such a positive moment to stick into my mind as the season starts. (Especially because it can be tempting to complain when D is working 10 hour days on a regular day and 12 hour days on game days.) We coach because we believe we can change lives. We welcome kids into our home because we believe we can model a positive marriage and positive parenting. We coach because we believe we can encourage kids to rethink their thoughts on life, to live up to the potential they have and to find the purpose they were created to have.
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