My boys are avid soccer players. It's in their blood and they were born with the wonderful genes from my mother's German heritage. My uncle and cousin living in Germany now played pro and semi-pro soccer in Germany. I was very proud of them and admired their abilities as a small child. I never thought for a second that I could pass the gift of soccer skills on to my children. Of the five boys, 4 play soccer on teams. At any given time, all five play soccer in the house with Nerf balls on the sliding glass doors as goals, outside in the yard killing my flowers, in the car with mini hackey sacks to distract my driving and in their beds with Teddy bears when they're suppose to be sleeping! I'm telling you the truth when I say that they play soccer nonstop.
This is the last week for soccer practice for the young ones and my oldest son's varsity season is over. So, what does my oldest do? He offers to drive his brothers to soccer practice so he can assist the coaches with drills. I was so impressed and grateful that I didn't have to drive and sit through another practice while I have tons of work to do at home. The boys came home laughing and they looked like they had a blast. They were also starving. When a boy has a passion for something, let them eat, breathe, and live that passion to the fullest. You'll never know when it will all end.
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