And yes, it really felt like we were setting up camp with four chairs, an umbrella and a wagon to pull the cooler as we were in charge of snacks that week.
The game began and they were off-- literally all of them in one big clump as is often the case with kids this age.
Girls would get knocked down, the ball would seem to stay in one place- in the middle of a clump- for a long time, it was six-year-old soccer at it's best (or worst).
The coach did his best to get a couple of girls to stay back on defense and they would for a while but would soon be drawn into the pack like bugs to a light.
And Alex- well she was right there in it, fighting for the ball, showing some fancy footwork even (her coach has nicknamed her crazy legs) even scoring one of the teams few goals. She would not back down and did not give up and aided with her height and size-- well as one of the other parents said "she is a bruiser".
In the end her team lost, but I am proud of my tough bruiser for playing hard and never giving up.
What is your Proud Mommy Moment this week?