We haven’t done many classes with Eli. Besides baby sign language and African dancing. I mean, it is Boulder, after all.
But all that changed today with soccer class!
It started off well with Eli crying & screaming when I tried to put his name tag on his jacket. From there, he moved on to clinging to my leg and sticking out his bottom lip for the first fifteen minutes of class. He kept his head down, refused to join the other kids sitting on the rainbow parachute and wouldn’t interact with the coach at all. I’m not sure who had it rougher: him or me.
It was only when the coach told the kids they could run and kick the cones over that Eli started to think the whole soccer thing was fun. He also really enjoyed cleaning up the cones, stacking up the cones and once again, kicking the cones.
(Except that he still hasn’t gotten the hang of kicking the soccer ball. He keeps picking it up in his hands and running with it. Cute, but not exactly the proper technique.)
Watching & listening to the coach made me realize the phenomenon happening in front of me during this toddler soccer class: organized chaos. The coach had activities planned but, during the course of a drill, he had to deal with one crying kid, one kid wandering off to the playground and one kid laying down in the middle of all the soccer balls. And that’s not including the parents. Craziness. But the coach made it work and was able to keep his cool during the whole thing. Plus he ended class by giving everyone balloons. I wanted to tip him afterwards.
One class down.
And any excuse to think about
David Beckham my son’s physical development!