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Saturday, April 25, 2009
Nate VS Soccer
Nate loves his soccer team. Unfortunately, he tends to get frustrated because he doesn't play as well as some of the older kids. Practices and game days were becoming a nightmare. Nate would complain that his legs hurt, he was tired or he was hungry, pretty much anything he could think of so he wouldn’t have to participate. Too date, he has not played an entire quarter; usually giving up after the first minute or two (the quarters only last 5 minutes) of the game. Our friends Diana and Eric had the same problem with their daughter (and Nate’s future wife) Aubree. They purchased a soccer net and had her practice with it. Ingenious! We had been working with Nate but only by kicking the ball around the yard. We borrowed my mom’s soccer net and had Nate practice with it. Wow, what a difference! Last night was his first soccer practice since the new “training” began and he did amazing. He actually participated the entire time and is looking forward to tonight’s game! Go Nathan!!!!!!! Thanks to the Griggs family for the wonderful advise!
I decided to create this blog as a sort of "journal" for Nathan. I do not have the time or the inclination to put together a scrapbook for him. I am just not creative! We have photo albums for him but it is just not as personal. Thank you Lindsey for the wonderful blog idea!
In my son's eyes, I am a hero. I am strong an' wise, And I know no fear. But the truth is plain to see: He was sent to rescue me, I see who I want to be, in my son's eyes.
In my son's eyes, everyone is equal, Darkness turns to light, And the world is at peace. This miracle God gave to me, Gives me strength when I am weak. I find reason to believe, in my son's eyes.
And when he wraps his hand around my finger, Oh, it puts a smile in my heart. Everything becomes a little clearer. I realize what life is all about. It's hanging on when your heart has had enough; It's giving more when you feel like giving up. I've seen the light: it's in my son's eyes.
In my son's eyes, I can see the future. A reflection of who I am, And what will be. And though he'll grow and, some day, leave: Maybe raise a family, When I'm gone, I hope you'll see, How happy he made me, For I'll be there, in my son's eyes.
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