All three of my boys play soccer. The older two, the twins, are on the same team this season – thank goodness! For the past several seasons we have played in a church league that emphasizes character, teamwork, and values. But the oldest boys are eight now and felt like it was time to join the league to which most of their friends from school belong.
I signed them up online and waited to hear back from the coach.
From the beginning it felt like this team was going nowhere fast. I did not hear back from the soccer league with the name of the coach until a few days before the first game.
Most teams had already been practicing for weeks. And when I did hear from her, she admitted that she knew NOTHING about soccer and was just one of the boys' grandmother who knew if she didn’t sign as the coach no one else would. (Bless her for that.)
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