Losing and Winning

Losing-as in my marbles.

Winning-as in Michaela's first soccer game of the season.

They did such a good job.  Unfortunately, we arrived a little late.  That would be because of line number 1 up there.  Christian and Michaela both had soccer this morning at 9 am.  He, practice; she, a game.  Well, I went to bed last night (after an event over at the church at which they stayed late and therefore got to bed around 9:45) thinking,"So nice that we don't have to get up early tomorrow, no alarm to set for 7:30.  Aahhh!" 

Everyone was up by 8:15 or so, had breakfast, and began playing and just hanging out.  I went to do something (back to line number 1, I have no idea what it was) and glanced at the clock: 9:09.  "OOHHH NOOO!  YOU GUYS HAVE SOCCER!  HURRY, HURRY, GET YOUR STUFF ON, WE HAVE TO GO, NOW!"  Well, since now everyone thought the house was on fire, and Christian was asking why I scared him and Michaela was throwing her Pink Panthers uniform on the floor and telling me,"No, Maroon Strikers!", and Eliana was chanting,"Shoezon, shoezon?" our morning was off to an excellent start.  All I needed was the William Tell overture playing in the background. 

I raced around getting clothes, and shin guards, and cleats, and they got water bottles, and who has the baby?  We managed to get everyone in the car and arrive at the soccer fields at 9:21.  And I didn't speed, either.  I am a law-abiding citizen. 

Michaela was able to play the second half of the game, and Christian got in plenty of practice.  Later, I apologized to them for forgetting their soccer this morning, and promised to give them all the dessert they wanted for the rest of the day.  I didn't really do that.  I did tell them I was sorry, but they just had their normal amount of junk today.  What kind of mother do you think I am?

It was great fun to watch the girls' team.  They played so well together.  They were passing the ball, booting it down the field, blocking the opponents' shots, and going for goals from further away with more confidence than last season.  This season is going to be a kick to watch, because I think they'll just get better.  Why yes, I did mean to be such a dork, and write "kick" in that sentence.

I peeked at Christian every few minutes and noticed him doing a good job across the street.  Michaela's game just happened to be at the same time and on the same school's fields as his practice.  How convenient for me!  Especially on a day like today.  He has good control over the ball, and I could see him during the drills, dribbling away, practicing shooting into the goal.  And then, his favorite thing, they had a scrimmage game-shirts and skins.  He always manages to be on the skins' team.  Even as little boys, they love to lose the shirt and strut.  What will he be like when he's 14?  17?  Oh my.  Let's not skip ahead that far, eh?  Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Tomorrow is the start of a new week.  I am looking forward to a fresh start.  Marbles, you may roll hither and yon, under all manner of furniture, and disappear into an abyss of giant dustballs and long-forgotten toys and socks, but know that one day I will find you because we are moving and the furniture will be relocated and everything will be cleaned up and returned to its rightful place. 

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