Molding a lump of clay

Molding a lump of clay
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Sunday, February 22, 2009

Soccer mom for a day

I had butterflies in my stomach all morning.

What is going on here?

It was Aidan's first (and probably last) ever soccer tournament, and I was so nervous for him.

Why? What's the big deal?

It sounds crazy but I believe many moms out there can relate...

...I wanted him to do well,
...I didn't want him to get hurt
...I wanted his team to win, by some miracle

I'm his mom, after all!

He's never played in a team competition like this before, and although they didn't win, he did well and didn't get hurt, so 2 out of 3 isn't bad!

Now I can relax and get some sleep!

But just to give you an idea of what today looked like....

The 'Mundu' (foreigner) team (Aidan front center)

Uh-oh...the competition looks pretty tough

More teams warming up

The teams line-up

Kezi dutifully carries around Aidan's water bottle in a black plastic bag

Meanwhile Noah picks me flowers

On the field, Aidan's getting into the action

At times he sure looked small out there

It was hard to rest much during the break due to the press of curious on-lookers...

...but Aidan took it in his stride.

We soccer moms had fun hooting and hollering for our kids
and being stereotypically loud Mundus

They lost both games, but although they were disappointed, the kids did great and had good attitudes about it all. To round out the day, we all headed back to Cathy's house where any bruised egos were quickly soothed with banana splits!

What a day...I'm off to bed now!


Rufus said...

Love the photos! As a veteran of a few thousand soccer tournament games, I'm always amazed at how non-US teams can play and have fun on less than perfect turf and less than perfect gear ;-)

Thanks for the photos!!

Laurie Ann said...

I love the pics! Competition seems so intense. Glad ya'll had fun!

Pamela Alderman said...

Hi Vikki,

I'm a soccer mom also. This morning before a big game, my son couldn't find his soccer jersey. (By the way, we went through the same ordeal last week before his game.) After checking several places, he found it in a bucket, soaking with several other pieces of clothing. Whew...he had just enough time to rinse it, spin it, and dry it. This soccer mom business can be stressful.

Many blessings, Pamela

PS: Thanks for the compliments on my artwork. My son's story on Turmoil on Christmas makes a lot of people laugh.

PSS: Looks like you are doing an amazing work in Africa. My husband works with men coming out of prison.