I’m not “that sports dad” that shoved a football in his kid’s hands for his first birthday. (I did have a Jimmie Johnson fire suit onesey however). I truly don’t care if he chooses acting, dancing, chess, or whatever other less physical pursuit as he progresses in life. Gavin’s always been extremely coordinated and has innate hand-eye coordination, timing when hitting a fairly fast pitched ball, etc.
But over the summer, we asked the question of him as we’ve done for about a year…”Do you want to play a sport yet? This time he said yes and chose soccer. Now of course since daddy played soccer this tickled me.
He’s been doing great and we’ve been talking about never quitting on the ball, following up until the play is over, going into open space and not bunching up, etc. We also talked about aggressively taking the ball to the goal vs. taking a more defensive role. (In under 7 it’s 4 vs. 4 with no goal keeper so playing defensively doesn’t help that much).
We made a deal last night before the game. “If you score a goal tomorrow, I’ll take you to Culver’s for ice cream”. The game was today and Gavin’s team won 8 to 7. Of the 8 goals, my boy scored FOUR of them.
Dad’s psychology and coaching…or vanilla custard with Nerds candy on top. Which do YOU think was the greater motivator. Just let me have my moment OK…