This evening after work/school we took Toby to his first soccer class. Actually, he has had soccer classes before – his daycare arranges for classes over summer, and also this class was a parent/child thing, but you get my point hopefully: it was his first grown-up kid soccer class with a bunch of people he didn’t know.

Minneapolis does a number of things like this for city residents – this class is at the Northeast Rec Center – and as I said is for kids and their parents too. It was a very nice evening – sunny and mild – and perfect for being outdoors. I wasn’t sure what would be expected or what the other people would be like, but it was just great. The coach was very enthusiastic and seemed to know what he was doing, and the other families seemed nice too, a good mix of folks. Toby got right into running around with the other kids, and I was proud that he held his own, and his speed and ball skills were as good as any of the others (OK I’m biased of course but he did seem to do pretty well – plus he was first to the finish when they had to run round the small pitch – facts are facts). The only thing he didn’t like was towards the end when they did a little game, and because there was a bigger kid there it was hard for him to get the ball, but he still went for it, so much so that he brought another couple of kids down with him at one point.

So what about the parent component? This was especially important to Emma, as I’m going to be away for the next couple of Tuesdays. I didn’t have to do a whole lot, really just making sure that he would be OK with all the other kids around (although I made sure to keep my distance most of the time to let him do it himself), and kicking the ball around with him at the warmup at the start. So, yeah, I still have my crazy moves.

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