So B is in a select soccer team. On a team. Part of a group. However you want to say it. She is a good soccer player. Fast as snot. (I don't actually know how fast snot is, but B is really, really fast.) We had a tournament this weekend about 45 minutes away with games Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Friday's game they lost 1-0. Saturday's game they lost 2-0. Sunday's game they lost 5-0.
That's hard, dudes.
They tied one game this season. They didn't win at ALL.
I'm all about teaching my kid good sportsmanship. And really, she does pretty well. When they're being aggressive and she knocks someone on their ass, she says, "You good?" over her shoulder as she runs away. (I'm only laughing a little bit.) She kneels when there's an injured player on the field. She's team captain, and she cares about her team, shouting encouragement and directions in this huge manly voice that does not fit her teeny body. But after all of this, it is hard to not win any games. She was so discouraged after Sunday's game. She's been discouraged after a lot of the games.
Where do you draw the line?
She really wants to play on the highschool team, and I think she can and will. But she needs to know what it's like to win some games first. It's hard as a mom to sit back and watch them each game.
Ah well. She'll do indoor this winter, and then the same team in the spring. We'll hope for a totally different result, and more growth and fun for the girls.
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