When I get older, I will be stronger, They'll call me freedom, Just like a wavin' flag
Perhaps this will be another bloggy month like the month of June?
I had an awful dream last night, and when I woke up I was still half asleep, so it took awhile for me to realise that I hadn't actually broken up with my wonderful boyfriend, I had in fact dreamed it.
Which was a relief but still quite sad, and it had me mulling things over and feeling smeh, and before I left the house, I really wasn't in the mood for the football game I'd organised for today.
See, to end my coaching season, one of the players suggested that we have a parents vs children football game.
And my heart just wasn't really in it- until we got there.
My goodness, finally a beautiful sunny day. I love running around in the heat.
It was so, so good to be out there actually playing again!
Even if I forgot to strap my right leg today.
And I maaaay have played both halves when I was really only supposed to play one, haha.
It was kind of hard to get out of reffing mode though, I found myself still calling a few things at the beginning, had to stop myself and let the poor mother get on with it!
I could only convince four or five parents to play with me versing the kids to begin with, so we were thrashed 2-nil!
But at half time, it must have looked like a lot of fun, because suddenly we had one more parent than kids and had to pull a parent off!
I was quite pleased to even see my father join in for the last five minutes. That meant a lot to me.
But anyway, in the second half, we may have gotten a bit too competitive, haha, and we were suddenly winning 6-2! However, one of the mothers who was our goalie ran up to all of us and whispered in our ears that the next goal should be the kids', so we made it golden goal and the kids won, once we remembered that we weren't supposed to be winning!
My little team is honestly amazing. I have been so proud of them all season.
All those frosty mornings, when I'm not reffing one of the halves, jumping up and down on the sideline.
I swear, the other teams' parents must have thought we were mental some mornings!
I can remember times where all of our team's supporters actually yelled like we'd won the World Cup!
And how well the kids played during the World Cup!
I swear, it really, really encouraged them!
I'd arrive at the game or practice and me and the kids would chatter away at high speed, trying to find out what the latest scores were, who else had been up to 2am, 4am, whatever it was that day.
Haha, perhaps a coach shouldn't encourage nine and ten year olds to be up so late watching football, but it really got them excited to play!
It was so cute at the end of the game, while we're all sharing morning tea and being excited, I saw the kids huddled around someone, then one of the boys stepped forward and said, "Uh, Siobhan, thanks for coaching us this season, and yeah, thanks."
It was honestly one of the most adorable things ever.
And then I get this little card and a flower and a $40 voucher for the CD and DVD Store (Nice choice, team, I've taught you well!).
Not many things make me emotional, (you know, that sort of tears-in-the-eyes-cause-you're-happy-thing,) but I really, really loved coaching the Volcanoes this year. I will miss them a LOT.
I'm really, really hoping that I get to coach them again next year.
It just makes me sad that I probably won't see all of them again.
Things like this kinda make me glad I got shin splints.
But don't tell anyone I said that.
I had an awful dream last night, and when I woke up I was still half asleep, so it took awhile for me to realise that I hadn't actually broken up with my wonderful boyfriend, I had in fact dreamed it.
Which was a relief but still quite sad, and it had me mulling things over and feeling smeh, and before I left the house, I really wasn't in the mood for the football game I'd organised for today.
See, to end my coaching season, one of the players suggested that we have a parents vs children football game.
And my heart just wasn't really in it- until we got there.
My goodness, finally a beautiful sunny day. I love running around in the heat.
It was so, so good to be out there actually playing again!
Even if I forgot to strap my right leg today.
And I maaaay have played both halves when I was really only supposed to play one, haha.
It was kind of hard to get out of reffing mode though, I found myself still calling a few things at the beginning, had to stop myself and let the poor mother get on with it!
I could only convince four or five parents to play with me versing the kids to begin with, so we were thrashed 2-nil!
But at half time, it must have looked like a lot of fun, because suddenly we had one more parent than kids and had to pull a parent off!
I was quite pleased to even see my father join in for the last five minutes. That meant a lot to me.
But anyway, in the second half, we may have gotten a bit too competitive, haha, and we were suddenly winning 6-2! However, one of the mothers who was our goalie ran up to all of us and whispered in our ears that the next goal should be the kids', so we made it golden goal and the kids won, once we remembered that we weren't supposed to be winning!
My little team is honestly amazing. I have been so proud of them all season.
All those frosty mornings, when I'm not reffing one of the halves, jumping up and down on the sideline.
I swear, the other teams' parents must have thought we were mental some mornings!
I can remember times where all of our team's supporters actually yelled like we'd won the World Cup!
And how well the kids played during the World Cup!
I swear, it really, really encouraged them!
I'd arrive at the game or practice and me and the kids would chatter away at high speed, trying to find out what the latest scores were, who else had been up to 2am, 4am, whatever it was that day.
Haha, perhaps a coach shouldn't encourage nine and ten year olds to be up so late watching football, but it really got them excited to play!
It was so cute at the end of the game, while we're all sharing morning tea and being excited, I saw the kids huddled around someone, then one of the boys stepped forward and said, "Uh, Siobhan, thanks for coaching us this season, and yeah, thanks."
It was honestly one of the most adorable things ever.
And then I get this little card and a flower and a $40 voucher for the CD and DVD Store (Nice choice, team, I've taught you well!).
Not many things make me emotional, (you know, that sort of tears-in-the-eyes-cause-you're-happy-thing,) but I really, really loved coaching the Volcanoes this year. I will miss them a LOT.
I'm really, really hoping that I get to coach them again next year.
It just makes me sad that I probably won't see all of them again.
Things like this kinda make me glad I got shin splints.
But don't tell anyone I said that.
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