Annie's team voted to be the "Golden Dolphins."
And today they played the "Mermaids."
These teams are appropriately named, most of the girls are swimming in their uniforms.
There is no lack of parental passion on the sidelines just because the girls are 5 and closet princesses.
"GET ON DEFENSE!" yelled a Dad. Unfortunately the girl could not get on defense because she tripped over her own shorts.
Annie to her credit is better than she was in Minnesota. It helps there are only girls on the team and they play two fields of three on three so each girl has a chance to touch the ball and play a lot. When the ball goes out, the coach is ready with another ball before the first ball is retrieved to keep the game going. (yes the balls are pink)
Every time Annie kicks the ball, she looks for me and waves. She never stops smiling the whole time she runs which every so often turns into a skip.
And not to be biased or anything, but she is the best cheerleader on the team. When her team scores, she often claps with her hands over her head followed by a twirl and more skipping. Many girls actually have this victory dance. Unfortunately when they high five each other they usually miss.
When sitting on the sidelines resting, she actually cheers for her team, "GO HOLLY, COME ON GOLDEN DOLPHINS, GO GRAY."
And when they are scored on it's an innocent look of "oh rats."
They do not play in rain, at least not practice, why risk messing up their hair? They bring princess water bottles and they look forward to the snack.
It's mostly Dads out coaching. They are manly Dads, Dads you can tell played sports and never thought they would have daughters to remind, "don't worry about how your cleats look when you run, just go for the ball."
Annie's team has now been made more fun since her friend Eva from her class signed up.
It just so happens last night I was reading part of Michael J. Fox's book when I ran across this quote that Fox's mother told him when his first son was born.
Some of your best friends you'll ever meet in you life, you'll meet through your children-mothers and fathers of their friends, parents from school. You'll see. That's the way it was for Bill and me. It's one of the many gifts of parenting.
I immediately thought of some of our special friends in Minnesota, ones I would have never been lucky enough to meet if it weren't for my kids.
How lucky I am to be a soccer Mom.
By the way, on the way home from work yesterday I say a bumper sticker, "official soccer mom." Gotta get me one of those.
One other note, we met Coach Kephern's Mom tonight, her name is Annie.