Fun or Frustration?

As a former college athlete (yeah, I’m cool), I often find my competitive nature gets the best of me at times when they shouldn’t. One of those times is when my 3-year-old child is playing soccer. Before you scold me for having such an attitude allow me to continue.

Instead of leading the pack down the field toward the opposing goal, the kiddo often times kicks up dust in dirt patches or chases the dragonflies around the field. Even worse, the assistant coach is a somewhat attractive woman who unknowingly keeps his attention…and hearts come out of his eyes when her 4-year-old daughter is around, who by the way is the team’s superstar. But when I feel the urge to potentially become the most-hated parent on the team, I bite my tongue and beam my wicked Tom Cruise smile (he smiles even when he’s angry in case you were wondering what that meant).

Of course, when he finally tells himself “I think I’m gonna play soccer now”, I’m cheering my head off and running down the field along side him. Needless to say, I’m proud of his efforts and am much more understanding of his childlike tendencies…since, you know…he’s a child. Halfway through the season, I find myself laughing as opposed to being frustrated. Time flies much too quickly for me to worry about whether or not he will develop into the professional athlete that will allow me retire early. Kidding.

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