The Soccer Series - Part II

Ca-Ching

The first year of soccer for daughter number 2 was not as successful as daughter number 1. No. 1 loved running after the ball and kicking it. No. 2 loved running after the ball and letting someone else kick it. My husband was No. 2's coach and he and every mom of every child on that team tried to get her to kick the ball. I was seldom able to come to games as daughter No. 2 played on a different team. So, I showed up at one of the games in it's 3rd quarter and No. 2, I was told, did not kick the ball once. The other soccer mom's were all so sweet and tried to encourage her. My husband tried everything. So, I went over to my daughter and whispered in her ear. The other soccer mom's were sympathetic, but unconvinced I would be able to get my daughter to kick the ball. The whistle blew and the kids went running out onto the field. My daughter, smiling at me, ran out onto the field, too. She ran right over and kicked that ball. It doesn't matter where the ball went, it was the fact that she kicked it. The team went wild, the soccer mom's were jumping up and down and screaming. It was so exciting. And then, my daughter kicked the ball again and again and again. Now all the soccer mom's wanted to know what pearls of wisdom I whispered to my daughter to get her to kick that ball. I said proudly, "I told her every time she kicked the ball she'd get a quarter. 4 kicks and I'd take her to the Dollar Store." So, every time she kicked the ball one soccer mom jumped up and yelled, "Ca-ching!!"