We're all getting back to reality after a fantastic summer. I'm back at work and one week into teaching students. Ryan is back at Diane's. Josh is back to driving kids in the morning and Haley starts 1st grade tomorrow after a super fun week and a half playing with her grandparents.
We are also back into the soccer season.
So there she was, a year later, thrilled to be goalie the first quarter of the game. Josh went and stood behind the goal to talk her through the boundaries, etc. The whistle blew and the opposite team went straight up the field, through all of our players and immediately scored a hard kicked goal. I couldn't really tell Haley's expression but I saw Josh talking to her, saying all the right things I am sure. Whistle blows again and the same little girl runs past all of our players and kicks a high goal in the left corner. Not a chance for Haley who is not at all aggressive. It took a few seconds, but as the players went back to kick off again, Haley buried her face in her hands and started to cry. My heart, again, sank. I walked over and she just kept saying, "I don't want to be goalie anymore." We kept assuring her and letting her know that some will get past her and others won't. I walked past Josh and said, "this sucks." My most mature reaction. At the moment I was mad. Mad that the coach wasn't coming over to comfort her, mad that he didn't know that my sensitive daughter was crushed by the fact that she let goals by (again, very rational thinking at this moment in time). The whistle blew again and up came the very same girl. My heart started to race as I calmly told my crying child to "get ready, you can do this." Josh was saying the same thing in a quiet voice. The girl made another good kick and...HALEY SAVED IT!!! The sideline went nuts, as did her two parents goal side. It seriously felt like a Brandy Chastain (sp) moment. I then, not so calmly, instructed Haley to walk the ball out the the edge of the box and throw it to a teammate. Once the girls were away for a bit she turned and smiled and wiped her tears. She still wanted out, don't get me wrong. But she knew she could do it. That's all I want for my kids. To know that sometimes it's easy and other times it's hard. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. Sometimes you block a goal and others get past you. All will be ok.
We lost the game 6 or 7 to 0. Haley got right back in the game and ran around the field getting in a few good kicks/plays. She felt much better. Every goalie was scored- thank goodness not just Haley- is that bad?
The best part? When talking about the game later, she said she'd want to try and be goalie again. I don't think I can handle it, but I'm glad she can.

