I often wonder if our kids know how truly lucky they are.
On our club teams, we are usually the "poorest" family on the team. I'm not sure if my kids know that but I think sometimes they can tell. But we manage to hold our own.
Living where we do makes it a lot easier to find the resources and training we need to develop a good soccer player. Sometimes when we are driving through the middle of BFE, I pause and ask my kids, how would you like to live here? Usually they are pretty much horrified. I stop and think about how much I complain about not having anyone to carpool with, and then think about how it would have been if I had lived in Moncure, or Mebane, or anywhere else in NC where I couldn't have gotten my kid to a halfway-decent club to play without a huge amount of effort (and gas.)
About 5 years ago my husband and I went in as partners on a tiny business in Mebane, NC. For some reason our children were afraid we were going to leave Chapel Hell and move to this teeny little town. We decided to play along and tell our then-12-year old son that he would have to change soccer clubs. We even went so far as to make him up a T-shirt that said "Mebane Striker."
He was concerned when he saw the shirt. "They forgot the 'S', " he said.
"No," we assured him. "You're it. You're the only kid who plays soccer in Mebane. You're the Mebane Striker."
"I hate you both," he said, not for the last time.
I guess he got over it.
On our club teams, we are usually the "poorest" family on the team. I'm not sure if my kids know that but I think sometimes they can tell. But we manage to hold our own.
Living where we do makes it a lot easier to find the resources and training we need to develop a good soccer player. Sometimes when we are driving through the middle of BFE, I pause and ask my kids, how would you like to live here? Usually they are pretty much horrified. I stop and think about how much I complain about not having anyone to carpool with, and then think about how it would have been if I had lived in Moncure, or Mebane, or anywhere else in NC where I couldn't have gotten my kid to a halfway-decent club to play without a huge amount of effort (and gas.)
About 5 years ago my husband and I went in as partners on a tiny business in Mebane, NC. For some reason our children were afraid we were going to leave Chapel Hell and move to this teeny little town. We decided to play along and tell our then-12-year old son that he would have to change soccer clubs. We even went so far as to make him up a T-shirt that said "Mebane Striker."
He was concerned when he saw the shirt. "They forgot the 'S', " he said.
"No," we assured him. "You're it. You're the only kid who plays soccer in Mebane. You're the Mebane Striker."
"I hate you both," he said, not for the last time.
I guess he got over it.
