Living Vicariously Through My Kids

When I was growing up all I wanted was to play soccer. I spent countless hours at the high school's field watching soccer players, retrieving rogue balls and yearning for cleats.  I never did play on a team so when Emily was old enough, we registered her in our community league.  She played, but by played I mean she picked flowers in the field, looked for lady bugs and generally avoided the ball.  Mind you, she was three years old and really not that interested.  So when Liam came along, I couldn't wait until he was three.  Surely one of my children would share my love of the game.  He also played a few years and decided he was more interested in sports other than soccer.  I thought my dream was dead...until this spring when they both said they wanted to play again.  I'm not fooling myself into believing they will be the next Beckham, but two weeks into the season they are enjoying the game.