Last year we put Will in T-Ball. Let's just say it was... less than fun. After attempting to help him hit, carrying him on my back to run bases, and dealing with some serious self esteem issues on his part, we eventually quit going.
This was after many, many attempts to help him feel comfortable. We tried everything- from punishment to bribery- but nothing worked.
When Will said he wanted to play soccer, Dallas and I both had pits in our stomachs. Please don't let it be anything like T-Ball.
The first game rolled around and I had to work, so Dallas took on the roll of "Soccer Mom."
Does he look excited?
They left after half time.
The next morning I pretended that Dallas hadn't told me anything about how the game went and I asked Will, "How was your game?!"
"Not good," he replied, "I didn't know anyone and I was scared, so I didn't play."
I talked to him about how I was going to sub for the coach at the next game, and that he knew me! We talked about soccer all the time. Miss Katie at preschool encouraged good sportsmanship and goals. I bribed him with money- $1/goal. Then we braced ourselves.
Last Tuesday's game went even better. He got kicked in the face at one point, but he came out, shook it off, and even went back in to play the rest of the game.
William, we are so proud of you!
Wilson Halloween Extravaganza! - Potions, and Bingo, and mummies- oh my! We had witches, and zombies, and a pirate- no lie!
1 year ago