I was reminded of the benefits of team sports as I watched Mr. 6's fellow first graders pass the ball up the field. They are still working on scoring and aiming is apparently a higher level task than they have mastered as yet, but it was far from the herd-ball I'd seen at the first game. The defense moved up in concert with the front line, the "far" kids stayed far and the "near" kids stayed near and I watched in amazement as they held fast to their positions while following the ball with their eyes. There was so much going on and they were so little and they were so focused on the task at hand.
Elizibeth was in the second day of her volleyball tourney, and, since even faux-Moms can only be in one place at a time, I went to watch her as Amster drove to birthday parties and other assorted boy activities. Luck was with me - I arrived at the gym (with its very cool logo printed proudly on the far side of the volleyball net.... hence the white stripe through his beak)
The other team had many more opportunities to cheer and pound on the gym floor.
She was sorry I hadn't seen a snazzier performance, but I didn't mind. It was more than the winning and the awards that made us smile as we munched on bruschetta and recapped the event. It was the nicknames of the players and the fondness for the coach and the sound that the ball made when it bounded off her fists that were the real reasons to celebrate.
All these lessons learned while working up a sweat.