He’s been waiting for this weekend to come for a long time. The last week he counted the days and got more and more excited as Saturday drew closer. And when we left he was all smiles, even though we had to drive quite a bit before we got there (and mom had to stop by the office to do something at work before we went – as usual..).
We got there almost too late and it took us some time to figure out the ins and outs of the sports hall where the football (soccer) cup were. We tried to find a place for him to change into the team clothes, but ended up changing them right there in the middle of the crowd – he wasn’t too happy about that, but it went fast and he got over it. As soon as I had tied his laces he left to play with his team.
And play they did. Match after match. By the end of the weekend they had twelve matches down. They played well, but so did the other teams, so mostly they lost – but a few they won. I’m thankful that it didn’t matter much to them; the matches were fun as long as they got a goal in now and then. And MT told me that the best part of the game was to tackle the other players, trying to get the ball for the team.
It was fun to see how much he has grown as a player since last year. Now he isn’t afraid to go after the ball himself, now he runs like the wind and are all over the place most of the time (last year, and especially his first match, he just cheered the others on while jumping up and down himself staying put in one place).
As much as he loved the football bit of the weekend, he also loved that we stayed at a hotel with a huge indoor swimming pool. This guy loves water – and now he can’t wait for next year to come around because then we (maybe) can stay for another night in the hotel and spend even more time in the pool. We’ll see. Right now it’s good to be at home, not driving anywhere.
When we left the sports hall and started our drive home I asked him if he had a good weekend. He answered
“Yes. But next time you are going to be there for me!”.
It’s not always easy being the pastor’s son when it comes to the weekends. He had a good time with his friends while I went back home to have a service in our church, I know it went okay and that he got to go to the pool as well as play football. But I know he also needed me to be there – for him. So next year I’m going to do my best not to plan as badly as this year. I think my car will thank me as well, 4 hours less driving is also a nice though.