Coach and Player

I absolutely love watching my husband coach. I love to watch my son play soccer even more. Watching my husband coach my son takes it to a new level.

My sweet son who seems to take after his mom on the soccer field (according to my mother) can be frustrating and amazing in a single quarter of his game. My mom said I would do the same thing--she could tell when I wasn't going to be very into a game, but when I decided I was going to be the best that I could be, there was little to stop me. That's my LCS. I see myself in him so many times on the soccer field. I'm not sure if I should say this, but I like that. Is that bad?!?!

Jason coaches these children with such patience and confidence. It's funny because we'll talk about the team and game later, and I'm always shocked by his frustrations with certain kids or things going on. You would never know that when he coaches because he doesn't let those 6-7 year olds know what's going on in that head. It's a mind that's been playing soccer for most of his life; yet, he doesn't show his competitiveness. He shows compassion and patience. Yes, I admire my dear husband. The only ending appropriate for this entry is his question after each game:

"Well guys, did you have fun today?"