About a month or two before Jack was born, I found out we were having a baby boy (I hadn't wanted to know before then). I was so excited and couldn't wait to raise a little man with Brad. My first born. A son. I was thrilled.
About 30 seconds later, I realized that perhaps one day Baby Jack would grow up to play soccer. I could be a soccer mom. Practice in the afternoons, games on the weekends, soccer parties for the team. So much to look forward to...if Baby Jack happened to like love soccer.
The least I can do is expose him to soccer at an early age. Perhaps this would make him more outgoing than I was. I never played sports or took dance. I don't really like organized, group activities, and I don't want him to be held back for the same reason. So I decided to sign him up for SoccerTots.
Yes, there is such a thing.
Jack's Fancy Footwork
Coach's Helper
I love him so much.
The agility of a superstar
I knew it. My suspicions have been confirmed. I did, indeed, birth the next Beckham.
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