A few of The Choob's friends were playing soccer and loving it. I figured any sport that involves running would be a good thing for him so we went to sign him up.
We arrived at the office and it was locked but one of the coaches was in the parking lot and introduced herself and attempted to meet Luke while he hid behind his sisters car seat making peeping sounds.
She seemed nice enough and then she told us that he could try the first class for free and it was starting in 20 minutes.
Score.
He was having a ton of fun while Coach Colleen was setting up for class, running and kicking the balls all over but as soon as it became an organized event he pretty much did this:
Stood on his blue rubber dot not doing anything. He had a bad case of the pouts.
By this time Dan had left work early and arrived to see "Choobs first big soccer practice" which turned out to be "Choobie and momma's first big fight over a sporting event"
After five minutes of him choosing not to participate, I went into full soccer mom mode and told him if he didn't want to participate we would just go home.
I thought for sure this threat would make him jump up and start running with the class. He decided that going home would be a fine option.
FINE.
Off to the car seat we stormed.
Dan & I were discussing if I should sign him up or not and when we both came to the conclusion that this was a sport we were not willing to invest the money in, the waterworks started from the backseat. Crying and begging for "another chance" Dan took Choobie back to practice while I went home with Tano.
Turned out he went back and had a fun time and "wants to do soccer every time now."
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Great! Wonderful! Something fun for him to do with other kids!
We'll see how practice next week goes when I tell him he has to wear his uniform.
Cross your fingers.