The Whitehouses aren’t overly athletic.
At least that used to be true. This next generation is pretty awesome so far. Liv is a gymnast, softball player, jazz dancer, and cheerleader. Gabe is also a gymnast, basketball player, jazz dancer, and soccer player.
I played Nintendo.
Gabe attended soccer camp this summer, so he was super-excited to participate in the Rec Department’s fall program. It’s only 45 minutes a week. It takes place every Monday afternoon for about a month and a half.
I just wanted to brag a little bit about my boy. Not so much his soccer prowess, which I will admit, is much better since his stint at camp. Instead of kicking the ball as hard and he can, then hoping he’s the first one to it, he’s actually dribbling, stealing, stopping and starting, and all sorts of little things that actually look like soccer playing.
It’s the other stuff; the less tangible stuff.
He’s passing the ball to his teammates. He’s encouraging with his chatter – and he’s keeping the communication working with his team. He even ran over to a kid on the other team to tell him “good shot” when the kid scored. You should have seen the look on this kid’s face. He wasn’t expecting his opponent to congratulate him.
He’s even garnering a little respect from the other kids. I overheard one of them say to his friend, “[Kid A] is the fastest kid out here.” “No he’s not,” the other kid replied, “Gabe is.”
In the end, I don’t really care if he ever learns to be a soccer champ. I am, however, very proud of the young sportsman he’s becoming.