Molly's been begging to play on a soccer team since she could talk. I've affectionately redirected the conversation, blatantly ignored her, and even, at times, provided chocolate to change the topic.
My avoidance wasn't fueled by a dislike for the sport. If Molly was able to play soccer, that meant she was growing up. And as much as I know that growing up is a privilege we are blessed to experience, its still hard.
Mike signed Molly up - because he's kinda, sorta, completely wrapped around Molly's finger. And when Molly said on the way to her first and only practice through hiccups (brought on by sheer excitement), "I'm so excited I don't even know what to say!" I realized this was a good choice.
The league doesn't keep score but we can certainly say the other team scored more goals than us and I did lose my stance of no soccer for Molly but we all won yesterday which was evident by the smile that never left her face!
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She *kind of* looks like she could be a Hess girl in these pictures. :)
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