Kaleb had a soccer game yesterday. It's after midnight, so technically it was yesterday and the date of this post will show that it was yesterday, but the rest of this post will say today because it isn't tomorrow until I have gone to bed and woken up. That's my disclaimer for the rest of your reading experience. I don't want to go through and change all the "today"s to "yesterday"s. You wouldn't either.
He has been wanting so badly to be the goalie all year. Today he got his chance. He's so little and skinny and not really very good at soccer right now (It is his first year playing after all), that I never thought his coach would let him, to be honest. He tries so hard and I love to watch him play because he loves it. Well, today, his coach couldn't make it to the game, so he asked one of the other dads to help out. I didn't know this was going to happen. Maybe his coach's wife sent an email saying that, but it didn't click with me that that was the way it was going to be. Any way, I don't like unexpected surprises like that and it made me feel uncomfortable from the start. I shook it off because I was probably just being weird, and was excited for Kaleb when he got put in as goalie in the second quarter. Well, he didn't really do a very good job. I had to keep reminding him to watch the ball. The other team was really good, and he is still kind of not sure how to play the game. Kurtis needs to work with him more because I don't know the rules at all. He only caught one goal. One time, he stopped it from going out of bounds and the ref told him to do a goalie kick and he was supposed to take it up to the line further away from the goal rather than the line closest to the goal that forms the box around the goal. The poor kid. Everybody is yelling at him to take it to the white line and he's getting told what to do by at least fifteen different people. He gets confused - he put the ball on the white line, duh. His not-coach says, "God, Kaleb." Just like that. He's crushed and humiliated. The whole rest of the game is ruined for him. I didn't hear his not-coach say what he said. He was too far away from me, but after the game, I asked Kaleb if he liked being the goalie and if he was so excited that he got to do it. At first he was like, "Yeah." but he said it with so little enthusiasm that I asked him again if he thought it was awesome. "Actually, no. My coach said the 'G' word at me, Mom!" He has been taught not to take the Lord's name in vain and to not say other swear words. He doesn't take lightly when people do - at least when they are aimed at him. He's very sensitive and can be quite emotional when he gets hurt. He said he didn't know where his coach was pointing and let me tell you, there really is no white line any more. It's been worn down to a brown line of dirt. And let's face it. Pointing really isn't that great of a way to get someone in the exact spot you want them. So of course he was confused!
I'm so sad this happened to my little guy. I'm upset that an adult would be so insensitive to small children and not think how inappropriate it is to talk to them that way. He said two words to my son. Two. That's all it took. I understand being frustrated with him. He frustrates me everyday! What upsets me is the impact it had on him. That man's job for that one hour that day was to help seven boys have fun. My heart is filled with sadness right now. I just don't understand why people need to humiliate each other. I never will. His real coach would never have spoken to him like that.
These were taken with my phone because I forgot my camera. I had to take a picture of him in his goalie gear though! This may never happen again! :)
Yes. He even has gloves on that are waaay to big for him. Probably part of the problem, but he does look cute in them.
See the brown line I am referring to?