That’s what Beau said to me when I was trying to encourage him to speak to La Petite Belle’s new soccer coach about why he was playing her as goalie … again.
La Petite Belle has played soccer for 3 years and had to go into the draft because her team lost their coach. All the girls left over had to go into the draft.
La Petite Belle has NEVER played goalie.
NEVER.
And, Mr. Coach decides to test her non-existent goalie skills in the first scrimmage. It was pitiful. When touching the ball with your hands is never an option, it’s hard to make it part of your game.
Then, Mr. Coach played her again to start the second scrimmage as … you guessed it … goalie.
La Petite Belle is best at kicking.
KICKING.
(This is an old picture, but you get my drift … she can kick.)
She’s just like Sally O’Malley when it comes to kicking. For real.
She can kick, stretch, and kick!
But, seriously, she has played defender, then, better yet, mid-fielder (with the occasional forward) for 3 years.
No, I don’t want to be “THAT” parent, as Beau said. You know the kind … the one that screams at their kid through the whole game, gets upset at their kid when they don’t perform their best, gets upset with the coach when their kid isn’t played enough, and is just a huge pain in the rear. And, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, loud and obnoxious.
So, I sat back and watched my little soccer star stand in the goal box with her arms folded.
Then, before the first quarter was even over, she got moved to forward, and played most of the game as forward or mid-fielder.
And, guess what?
She scored 2 goals.
Mama really does know what’s up, Mr. Coach. (even though I didn’t tell you how to do your job … despite the fact that I really wanted to)
Come to find out, La Petite Belle, as she was standing in that box, leaned over to the coach and expressed her disdain for the goalie position.
Well, lookey there. Like mother, like daughter.
I told her that I was glad that she spoke her mind.