Guten Spiel

This week Thom started to play organized soccer again. We were about to lose hope, but Errol finally received a positive email.  Blau und Weiss Wiehre welcomed him to attend trainings.  After practice on Thursday, they invited him to play in games. Errol reported his first game was Saturday in a neighboring village, Merzhausen. Errol would be away at his weekend retreat for FRIAS.

“You don’t have to take him,” Errol said.
“No, I will. We’ll have to do something!”

We left the flat this morning happily. Taking public transportation to a new location is never super easy for me, but the twins especially love riding buses. I find comfort in checking the stops every few minutes.

Thom is thrilled to be on a team again. I love watching him play well. I also like watching the coaches. Their expressions and gestures always amuse me. It’s almost better that I can’t understand them.

While Thom was playing, Vinnie was getting into a pickle. She had punted a little plush ball on top the roof of a picnic shelter. She climbed the chain link fence but couldn’t reach it. I couldn’t think of anything to throw at it that I wouldn’t mind getting stuck too. I noticed a bunch of high school soccer boys walk by. I wished I knew they would understand me if I asked one of them for help. I imagined how easily one of these boys could scurry up the fence.

Suddenly, it hit me. I could probably do that too. My body pump classes and fitness circles could have a real life application! So, I did. And the kids cheered.

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