Destined for...greatness?

OK, so here's a run-down of Ethan's very first soccer game. The picture pretty much says it all. Ethan varied from paying attention and running like hell to daydreaming about Spiderman and doing Spidey moves including creative tumbling. I was a bit "WTF?!" really. He's not usually so... easily distracted. Actually, maybe I was a bit envious that he wasn't like the other boy in the picture. This boy almost single-handedly got all the goals (5, but who was counting). He was on-task all the time and showed some serious soccer moves that even I, a total novice, could recognize. The girl in the picture was on-task but doing an excellent imitation of a statue. She pretty much just watched and ran along beside the action from time to time. So it could have been worse. Ethan almost got 2 goals and he was moving the ball toward the correct goal, so that was a plus.

Actually, it was pretty funny to watch. There was a game coach who constantly had to make sure the kids knew which way to kick the ball, when to stop kicking or start kicking (Ethan, when paying attention, was often guilty to kicking when kicking was supposed to stop), and even occasional hugs when a player was hurt (physically or emotionally--one girl would sulk every time the other team scored a goal "No fair!")

Another interesting parental experience: watching your children recreate your sports experience or not. Kyra is more enthusiastic than I am. I was definitely more of a "Why should I run for the ball when it will eventually wind up near me?" type. She's more of a go-getter. So is Ethan, except for the attention span. What's funny is feeling so uptight about their performance. As usual...