We have been pretty good about memorizing a new saying or scripture each week as part of our whiz-bang money system (back here).
We haven’t really included Lucy in the memorization.
I know, she is seven now, for crying out loud, we need to get her going. But the things we memorize are over her head and she is my baby.
One week, however, she needed some help getting all her “points” so I had her memorize one of my favorite short quotes:
“Whether you think you can, or think you can’t…you’re right!”
She got it speedy quick.
But over the last few weeks I have realized that I was the one who needed to “get it.”
Lucy somehow got it in her mind that she was going to play soccer this year.
I guess some of her friends have done it, and talked about it, and had trophies from it. And oh yeah, her four older siblings have done it too.
When she first started asking I brushed it off and changed the subject.
Well, because quite honestly I don’t think I could fit in another carpool if the Queen of Sheba asked me to. And because Lucy doesn’t really run much. And because I was worried about finding a team. And I was worried kids would be bugged with her. And if other kids were bugged, certainly a coach would be bugged too. And then, to be honest, I was worried I would probably end up in a puddle of tears because my “mamma bear” instincts would come out and I’d feel lonely and sad for her.
But the more she asked the more I realized that if she thought she could do it, well then, she could do it. Her mom just needed to get on the bandwagon.
As luck would have it, our neighbor was coaching a team. And the practices were going to be right in our neighborhood. I talked it through with him (he’s aware of Lu’s special needs) and he assured me Lucy would do great. So I signed that girl right up.
Boy oh boy was she ever excited.
During the first game she took her position as defender very seriously.
Like, she didn’t move from the one square foot she was apparently defending.
She was loving the breaks.
And she needed a few helps to know where to go from her good coach (I love that coaches can go on the field at this age…I think…).
But after a little side-line talk she started running by the end.
Maybe it was due to Claire’s cheering on the side-lines.
She was all smiles by the end.
It always helps to have Nana and Papa there to cheer you on I tell you.
…and some sister love.
…plus a good friend.
Each night she thanks Heavenly Father that she can play soccer and she is now quite vigilant about keeping her gear all in a safe place (after she carried it around and lost it for the first two practices). She has also told everyone and their dog about her new skills.
It’s going to be a good season. Whether she makes any goals or really learns the ins and outs of the game, she’s doing something that takes her out of her comfort zone. And that always makes me happy.
Bottom line: “Whether you think you can, or think you can’t…you’re right.”
Goes for everyone.