While his team still has yet to win a game, Monday night, Michael scored his first goal!!! Once again, he played the whole game. The goal was just what he needed. He was kind of getting down about his team not winning any games.
Not only did he score a goal, (the only one for his team that night), but he came close to scoring two others. The whole game his coach is telling the kids, "pass the ball to Michael". There is a little boy on his team named Jeremy whose dad is always telling him, "Jeremy, get up there and help Michael" or "Jeremy, stay with Michael". I really need to look and see about indoor soccer for him.
After the game, Michael came running across the field yelling "mommy, mommy, mommy" and jumped into my arms. He was talking 100 miles a minute, but the gist was "did you see me score". He gave me a big hug and one of the other mom's not too far from me said to the person standing next to her, "I wish I had that kind of relationship with my son". I'm thinking, uh he's eight, how can you not have this kind of relationship with your son. I guess it pays to tell you kids you love them 100 or more times a day.
Michael says he likes to hear me cheering on the sidelines because I'm not yelling "mean". I am amazed at how many parents are really putting pressure on their kids at this young of an age. I have always told both Noelle and Michael that it does not matter if you win or loose, the important thing is to have fun. As soon as they no longer desire to do what ever activity it is, they can stop, but they must finish out the season.
While other parents are yelling "mean" or not even paying attention to what their child is doing, I'm yelling "you can do it Michael" or saying "good job" to whom ever did well on his team. I may be yelling "good save number 14", but at least it's something positive.
