For the past 8 years, I have always enjoyed watching my son Dylan play soccer. Yes, I enjoy watching my daughter Amanda play too. Dylan just has such a passion for the sport that enables him to play at an all-star level well beyond anything I could ever imagine.
Sure, watching him score countless goals game after game is pretty cool. My joy doesn’t come from the score though. It comes from that pure joy I see in his eye the minute he steps on the pitch. Whether it’s at practice or in a real match or even when he’s just kicking the ball around in his makeshift field under our house, his love of the sport simply exudes him – all the time!

Last week, Dylan attended a sleepover soccer camp hosted by the national AYSO (American Youth Soccer Organization for those non-soccer parents among us…) staff, and I was quickly reminded of this innocent childish exuberance when I picked him up. It was actually the head coach’s final remarks about one of the other campers Grant and his bum foot at the closing ceremony that brought it back for me. Read more ›










