Soccer Camp Remix
The summer has been filled with soccer. We went to a World Cup game with the two older kids (sorry L…you were only 2 and it was a late game!) and now my 7 year old daughter E and 5 year old son C were in soccer camp again. They love soccer and I wish I grew up with it as well watching them have so much fun.
This soccer camp was a bit shorter, with half days built in for the flexibility to spend the rest of the day doing other things. It was great in the fact that I would take a mid-day break from work to go pick the kids up and squeeze in a lunch somewhere. We had to make it a quick lunch though because there wasn’t a lot of time. These are the situations where I do want to make the effort to be with them, even if it’s a short time. Everyone says these childhood years pass by quickly, so I’m taking the advice and making the most of the time with my kids while they are still in this stage (and want me around!).
Soccer camp was also fun for E and C. They always come back sweaty even though it is a half day. It did rain like crazy in the middle of the week and the kids spent most of the session stuck under a covered structure. They looked like they were having fun since they were running back and forth with other kids. After closer discussion when my wife and I picked them up, they said it was boring and there was a kid that kept chasing them when they didn’t want to be chased. I guess that’s not ideal, but still seems like a fun time to me!
The weeks sort of shed on by with camps and things to keep the kids busy. While they are having fun and getting to do new things (and of course meet new people), the grown ups are still stuck in routine - work, cleaning, chores, etc. It’s what makes time pass by like a flash since the days blend together, but summer marks the freedom for the kids to explore more of themselves without as much structure as school. They get to focus on what they like and that’s what I’ve always loved about summer as a kid. Seems like my kids like it too and as parents, these are the routine sacrifices (pun intended) we make so they can have a blast.
