One of the hundreds of things that Emily LOVES to do is soccer. She played for the first time in the Fall, and is now playing again in the Spring league. One of the reasons she so enjoys heading off with her fellow kindergartners, to run around a field with no apparent direction, is because her daddy ... ya know, Big Daddy ... is the coach of her team. You'd be amazed at how much that means to her.
Emily takes any sport (or anyTHING) she has tried very seriously. Always trying her best. Just last week she came home in tears ... pretty close to hysterics, actually ... because it was the first soccer game she had ever played where she didn't score a goal. "NOT ONE GOAL ... THE WHOLE GAME!!!!" she cried, as she layed on the kitchen floor. Aaahhh, the first of many disappointments. I didn't have the heart to tell her that though. I just let her cry. Sometimes that is the best medicine for a little girl. Or any girl. Or woman.
So anyway, when she most recently headed off to her game, I wanted to give her a little encouragement. A little pep talk of sorts. Just a few tiny reminders. As she was walking out the door, I said one last thing ... "Be aggressive, Emily! Go after that ball."
Turning back, she reached up onto the counter, "I need my glasses then. I'm always aggressive when I have my glasses on!"
Who knew!
