Back in June, my six-year-old was given two options: Cheerleading or Soccer.

Much to my husbands and my surprise, she chose soccer.  It started the last week of August and has been extremely painful every week since.  Did I also mention that soccer started at 8AM on Saturday morning AND I volunteered to be an assistant coach.

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It went something like this…

7:00AM – Alarm goes off, hit snooze

7:10AM – Drag my exhausted self out of bed

7:15AM – Remember I didn’t set the coffee pot to auto-make, try not to cry about it

7:20AM – Go wake up child, listen to child cry and whine they hate soccer

7:25AM – Go wake up child again, start looking for her uniform which is never in the same place twice

7:30AM – Get myself dressed and throw something together for breakfast

7:35AM – Child has barely moved as she sits in her blanket whining.  Start to offer bribes so you aren’t late.  What Hailie?  You want chocolate chip pancakes after soccer?  Got it, we just need to get dressed.

7:40AM – Whining is still occurring, “it’s too early, I’m too tired” — listen child, I am right there with ya but we have to move

7:45AM – Child is finally dressed and now beg them to eat faster than you would at a hot dog eating contest

7:50AM – Child is not done eating because “it is too early to eat breakfast”.  Hold back your eye roll.

7:55AM – Soccer starts in 5 minutes and it is 10 minutes away.  Shuffle child into car.  Get in the car to realize you don’t have soccer ball.  Rush back into house.  Rush back into car.

7:57AM – Head to soccer.  You are going to be late.  You’ve accepted it but are still trying to get there as quickly and safely as possible.

8:08AM – Get to soccer.  Tell child to get out of car and go over to the group of kids while you park.  Child cries because she “doesn’t want to leave you.” (Ironic since 99% of the time child wants to be anywhere but with you)

8:12AM – Parked.  Have water, have snack, have ball, have the child.  Soccer practice is underway.

8:15AM – Child complains she’s tired.  Doesn’t want to do the drills.  You, as assistant coach, remind them of awesome pancakes that will be waiting.  All you ask is that they try.

8:30AM – Drills are over, game starts. Child is of course the first to volunteer to sit on the sidelines.

8:45AM – Child is in the game.  She stands there, looks at the trees, attempts to make friends.  Ball is in front of her, she does nothing.  Runs around in circles.

9:00AM – Child is on sidelines again.

9:05AM – Husband shows up with other child.  Other child tries to run into game.  She has already put forth more effort than child #1.

9:15AM – Child is back in the game.  Last 10 minutes.  Another girl on the team falls and gets hurt.  Child runs over to her and forgets she’s in the middle of a soccer game.  Apparently anything is more interesting than the game.

9:25AM – Game is finally over. Soccer is finally over.  Pancakes & nap time follow soon after.

Needless to say, it has been a painful season but we told our daughter that because she started the season and wanted to do it, she had to stick it out – we all had to stick it out.

This past Saturday, was the last game of the season.  Child rallied like I have never seen her before and everyone seemed to be on point.  Medals were given out and my daughter asked me “Why did I get one of these if I didn’t even try”…………………….

Head coach comes up to Hailie and says, we hope to see you next season!  She responds “I doubt it, I am trying to convince my mom and dad to let me do ballet.”  I died laughing.  Though it was a painful season, I was happy she stuck it out, even though that included tons of whining and tears.  We might never do soccer again, but at least we can say we tried.