The kids' loss in soccer yesterday is still sticking with me. I'm not sure why, though I know that I was hoping to win. The team we faced was very physical, and I haven't taught my team to be like that, so I guess I was hoping for skill to win over violence. Violence is probably too strong a word, but my daughter's knees are bruised up this morning and scraped.
You who know me know that I don't worry about bruised and scraped knees per se, it's part of childhood, but I don't like it when it comes at the hand of kids who are routinely pushing my little girl to stop her from dribbling the ball.
Very frustrating.
