But, my oh my, he is a beautiful runner. Simply gorgeous. Impeccable form, effortless stride, smooth and fast and beautiful. He runs with grace and joy and ease. He's always had amazing form -- even as a one year old he had great form. No kid-running for this one, no siree.
It was so fun watching him soar around that soccer field yesterday. With a smile on his face and mine.
It was fun watching him cheer on his teammates -- and jump up and down in joy and disappointment.
His first soccer game was a grand success.
I'm not exactly sure who won. Kids were scoring goals in both their home and opponents' nets, so I'm not quite sure how that all adds up. But it was all pretty adorable, for sure.
Another thing I learned -- I'm exactly the kind-of soccer mom I predicted I would be. I don't make a lot of noise from the sidelines. And I smile a lot. And I cheer for both teams. And I love watching these kids be who they are. (And loud yelly parents are still loud and yelly -- even when they're yelling encouragements along with ... what? Direction? Disappointment? Guidance?)
So, seven games to go. Seven chances to watch my boy run and cheer and kick and try. Seven chances to smile wide at this gift. This gift of life.
(and that other team too.)