Do you see him?  Can spot my junior David Beckham?  A mother can only dream.  And when a dream starts this good, well, there has to have a happy ending.  Even David Beckham has a mom.  I can be junior David Beckhams mom.  In the words of the infamous little engine “I think I can!”

With the snow finally melted, and the temperatures warming, our village has sprung to life.  We are running into more & more of our neighbors on our almost-daily walks, and slowly we are blending in with our environment. On Tuesday Niels’ mama (I am so woefully terrible with names, Dane remembered Niels’ name for me), told me there was soccer twice a week.  Perhaps Dane would like to go?

Dane did want to go.  So did Tess.  Together with our extra’s (I have two additional kiddo’s all week, and a little dog to boot), we set out for the soccer field late Thursday afternoon.  Our village is really too small for me to justify loading the kids into my soccer mom mini bus, plus it was beautiful out.  Soccer was just starting, a good smattering of kids from 6 to 11 under the watchful eye of an earnest young coach.  Dane hesitated and watched for a bit.  He’s not a big fan of new situations. Luckily Dane knew almost all the kids, and the soccer field is very familiar.  It helped that Tess jumped right in and set a great example.

10 minutes later the soccer bug bit Dane.  By the end of practice, during the little skirmish, he was in his element. My kids are always the smallest everywhere we go, but it has never slowed them down.  In soccer I think a small, fast, player can rule the field.  Dane dodged in and out players almost twice his size.  Now, granted, it would be great if he dodged in and out of players with the ball.  But even Beckham started at the beginning.

Sigh.  Unfortunately it seems the beginning must include cleats. And shin guards. And a soccer jersey.  And “my own ball mom!”.  We are off to the sports store today.  Do you think David Beckman would consider sponsoring a six-year-old?

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