Thank you Daddy
I actually wanted to go and play football with my friends this late afternoon/evening - the weather was great, the children were sleeping and I managed to get a quick nap. I actually walked all the way out to investigate (check if the grass was soggy from the downpour in the morning, check if the guys were actually playing etc.) and then came on back to change and get my boots.
But as I came up to change, Nigel woke up. Spoilt my plans - hmmph. So, I decided to take him out to play kiddy-football instead - just the two of us. We played at a small patch of grass nearby until a bunch of older kids came by and started playing. Then we moved to the big field, where my friends were playing.
I'm training him to "run into spaces" where I would kick the ball into an open area where he should run directly to. Indirectly, I was training his running and getting his blood pumping. Surprisingly, even with all the sprinting up and down, he didn't look tired at all! He didn't stop to rest, didn't pant, and I don't even remember him sweating. (Actually last night he did a pretty fair bit of running too - when we went fireworks hunting, he was perspering slightly then). He's a pretty good runner - quite fast for his age; and his stamina is there too - just got to get by the initial "I'm tired, please carry me" bit.
At the end of our 1 hour kicking and running session, as we were walking back home, he said "Thank You Daddy!". And I asked him, "What for, Nigel?". He said "Thank You Daddy for bringing me to play football".
That made the whole session worth a million bucks, and it didn't bother me one bit that I missed football with the guys :) What a heart melter.
But as I came up to change, Nigel woke up. Spoilt my plans - hmmph. So, I decided to take him out to play kiddy-football instead - just the two of us. We played at a small patch of grass nearby until a bunch of older kids came by and started playing. Then we moved to the big field, where my friends were playing.
I'm training him to "run into spaces" where I would kick the ball into an open area where he should run directly to. Indirectly, I was training his running and getting his blood pumping. Surprisingly, even with all the sprinting up and down, he didn't look tired at all! He didn't stop to rest, didn't pant, and I don't even remember him sweating. (Actually last night he did a pretty fair bit of running too - when we went fireworks hunting, he was perspering slightly then). He's a pretty good runner - quite fast for his age; and his stamina is there too - just got to get by the initial "I'm tired, please carry me" bit.
At the end of our 1 hour kicking and running session, as we were walking back home, he said "Thank You Daddy!". And I asked him, "What for, Nigel?". He said "Thank You Daddy for bringing me to play football".
That made the whole session worth a million bucks, and it didn't bother me one bit that I missed football with the guys :) What a heart melter.