pardon me for a moment while i revisit a familiar topic. little c and soccer.
yesterday he had another soccer game. for weeks, it's been touchy. will he smile? will he cry? will he have a damn clue what is going on? (okay, we all know the answer to the last question is "no", but let's pretend for a moment that he took his non-space-cadet medication and came to the game fully charged, focused and ready to kick some kindergarten tail.)
little c's coach is superman. for real. the man carries the world on his shoulders and performs like a champ. and he handles little c. and that makes him superman enough.
now remember, little c plays U-6. and he's not quite 4. all of the other kids on his team are 5. in school. spreading gossip about all the latest trends and what susie wore to school today and what marcus said to jenny before physics class. and all of those things that 5 year olds talk about. but not my baby. not little c. he's only 3. so he's perfect. for one more week.
i'll cut to the chase.
little c scored 2 goals. 2 goals. yes, i know he's scored 2 goals in a game before. blah blah blah. but this time, they were BOTH for the right team. this is huge. epic even. and it also brings his personal score back down to zero. yeah, yeah, there might have possibly been a third goal for the wrong team in there somewhere, but we ain't countin' it. got it?
and he ran over to the sideline afterwards to make sure we saw it.
"good job, buddy! i'm so proud of you!"
"i know"
really? you know? oh, who cares? you're so cute.
and then i did what any mom would do in this situation. i ran up and down the sideline taunting the parents and players of the other team, yelling "eat that 5 year old. how does it feel?". i also stuck my tongue out and fist pumped all the while.
and if you think that's bad, the aviator ripped his shirt off and sprinted around the complex. and tried to high five all the hot moms.
no?
okay, so we just jumped up and down and high fived each other like we'd won the world cup. it was pretty much the same thing. i mean, this must be what it feels like to be landon donovan's mom. you know, because our sons score goals. while other kids don't.
and then there was a water break, and supercoach had a pep talk with the team. it went something like this:
"good job out there, guys. keep up the hard work. cash, great goal. i knew you could do it. give me 5, bud."
wow, little c. that's a pretty big 5.
um, baby? you're supposed to hit his hand now. but it's okay, noah's got it for you.
and this went on for about 2 mintues. longest high five in history. little c had to stand up for leverage.
but he was "the man". and he knew that.
and he got to lead the pack to shake hands with "that other team". he was like rudy. minus the notre dame education. because we don't support notre dame.
and he owned that tunnel. with a smile on his face. because that's what tough guys do.
and then we saw a lovely lady trudging through the swampy terrain just off the road that leads us to the highway. double fisting cigarettes. so there's that.
then end.
- dimply stacy
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