Every August, Drew goes to soccer camp at Roberts Wesleyan College. Between my faculty discount and the generosity of his aunts, we manage the cost. He gets to jump back into the swing of things right before high school soccer training begins, gets to see how others are playing and how he measures up.
The coaches put him through his paces, but he never complains. He drags home the first day or so, his legs aching, his face sun burned, his water jugs drained. But he is happy. If I made him do all that running and exercising, he would have a fit. But this is different. He loves soccer.
I have been impressed by his perseverance in meeting the required disciplines and his commitment to being at all the events. I am pleased to see him growing into a fine young man with good sportsmanship, a level head, a sense of responsibility.
I thank his aunts for making this opportunity available to him, and playing an important role in his growing up. Besides, its not all hard work and tough stuff. He has a great time and lots of fun.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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