Soccer. It seemed like a slam dunk for Neko. Constant running. Kicking of a ball. There’s even a good friend on her team!
But soccer? Neko hates it.
I’m not sure if it’s that it’s organized activity. Or that she’s not the best one on the team. Or that she has sports-challenged parents who haven’t properly immersed her in sport. But omigosh, this season has been a struggle.
She begrudgingly follows along at practices, and at games she stands stock still in her position, sometimes picking dandelions. But the minute the hour is up, she comes dribbling the ball to me like she’s been doing it all her life.
Mid-October cannot come soon enough.