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You know how every once in a while, you have one of those parenting moments which you wish you could just freeze-frame forever?  They can be few and far between, but that's probably what makes 'em so darn special.  Well, I was lucky enough to have one of those "this is what it's all about" memories this past weekend.

 

The setting was my son's very early Saturday morning soccer game (seriously, who's the jackhole that decided 8 AM is a good starting time for these things anyway???!!!)  It may have taken him three years, but the kid is FINALLY really getting into the sport.  He even goes after the ball now instead of playing with the grass or his johnson!  And about a month ago, he scored his first ever goal, which I was beyond bummed to have missed, since I'd had to take my daughter to her soccer game.  I was bound and determined not to miss another one though.

 

And this past Saturday, I got my wish.  It was the second half of the game when my son made a break away with the ball straight toward the goal.  He wove in and out of the other team's defense and booted that black and white sphere right into the net.  It was truly a thing of beauty, and I went nucking futs on the sidelines with excitement!

 

The best part, however, was that his little head immediately turned in my direction to be sure that I'd seen it.  The pride on his face could've been seen from miles away as he ran across the field and jumped straight into my arms.  Tears streamed down my cheeks as I squeezed and congratulated him.  I really thought my swelling heart was going to burst right outta my chest.  And that, my friends, is why we do what we do.

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Comment by Jennifer Marshall on September 28, 2011 at 4:42pm
Aww, Kim, that is such a sweet story! Congrats to your little soccer star daughter! Don't ya wish we could keep 'em little forever????  :)
Comment by Kim on September 28, 2011 at 4:15pm
I'm very new here, but your blog post literally brought tears to my eyes!  A similar thing happened to me two weekends ago.  My 4 year old daughter has been waiting "her whole life" to play soccer according to her.  She has been dragged to her older brother's games for the last four years and now it's finally her turn.  The anticipation of the first game got to her and she ended up in tears at that game, and ended up not playing much.  The second game, she pulled it together and scored not only 1 but 4 goals that day!  After the first goal she came bursting off  the field into my arms and said "mommy are you so proud of me?"  My heart was swelling and the tears were pouring out.  Of course I was proud of her and a super proud mama that she wanted to share that moment with me :-)

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