One thing I love about youth soccer is that it provides an opportunity for me to share valuable life lessons with my son. This post was inspired by one such conversation while riding home from his practice. This is the musings of a soccer dad, I would love to hear your thoughts as well.
Does this scenario sound familiar? Your child has the ball in his/her defensive third and three defenders are approaching quickly.
I grew up on a farm in a small town called Clover South Carolina. Despite working a full-time job, my dad raised over 50 head of black Angus cows, ran a lawn care business and grew almost every vegetable known in North America. It wasn't a glamorous lifestyle, but it put food on the table and sent my brothers and me to college.
As kids, there was never a morning where something didn't need to be planted, picked, gathered, fed, built, chopped, moved or fixed. Even my friends were afraid to come over out of fear of being trapped into forced labor by my dad! For better or worst, life is a lot different for children these days. My children think that food comes from a magical Walmart app on my phone. Therefore, I am choosing to use educational excellence and sport as a means to instill some those values that my parents instilled in me.