Oliver had his very first soccer game on Monday! Had I mentioned that we signed him up for soccer this year?
Soccer can start pretty young these days (age 3, I think), but we waited until he was just shy of 6 to get him on a team. I think it’s a good time – not so young that he just doesn’t get it/care and we just have activity for the sake of activity, but not too old that he doesn’t get a good, solid start.
After all, soccer runs strong in the Myers’ veins. (Ryan played goalie – in both soccer and hockey – from 3rd grade through college.)
Yes, the goalie blood runs especially strong. (In Oliver’s age group, they play 3-0n-3 without goalies. No goalies until age 9, actually.) But, this kid just kept turning around to defend the net!
Also, evidently the child knows how to celebrate. Note the impromptu crossbar chin up after scoring a goal? I don’t think it was a victory dance in a obnoxious-end-zone-celebration sense; more like a 5-year-old full of joy and wanting to jump on something. Love.
And finally, I would be remiss not to include a couple of photos of my love bird and her beloved pony. Can we talk about her hair? It makes me all kinds of happy!
Do y’all have kiddos in organized sports? When did you start them?
Also, do your cities wait until age nine to start in on teaching goalie skills? Just curious.
Have a great Wednesday, friends!