Last night at my oldest son's soccer practice, he scored his first goal.

And it may not seem like much because, after all, it is just soccer practice.

When you consider it in its context and you take it in its totality and you understand that my son's team is 0 and 4 on the season, and they've lost by a combined probably 50 points,

you start to think, there's hope.

If you would have seen the elation on my son's face when he saw the ball go in the goal,

man, he was so excited.

He was jumping up and down.

He was screaming.

And it was as if he tasted blood because that clicked something in him where he was like,

it's on now.

I'm off to go score.

When I contrast that with my youngest son, his team is four or no, and they've probably

beaten their teams by 100 to zero.

And I noticed something last week that disturbed me a little bit.

My youngest son was, I think he scored four, four goals last Saturday. And on one of the

goals, I could see my oldest son watching. And when he scored the goal, he kind of went down.

Like, he wasn't happy for him. He didn't cheer. And I get it, they're just kids. But it bothered me because in our family, we cheer

for each other. In our family, we are celebratory when something great happens. And I just kind

took a note. I didn't want to bring it up. Didn't want to bother him at all because they had just

gotten done losing by a ton. So maybe he was just in down spirits but when he got his goal yesterday his

brother was ecstatic for him we were all elated then this morning dropping my kids off at school

and my son he just brings up hey what color are your gums, like your teeth gums?

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