After we left the gym at St. Stan's, she was very insistent that we call it Futsal and not Soccer.
"They are not the same, Mommy. You stop the ball. A lot. You stop the ball with your sole and you kick the ball with the inside of your foot."
She's still the same shy-until-she-gains-her-confidence girl that stands on the sidelines and watches. And she still really doesn't like it when everyone watches HER, but after I yelled at her to go after the ball and she immediately kicked it in to the goal, she's already excited about what she can do. She's hoping that at next week's scrimmage she can be on the team that gets to wear the little yellow pennies ("Our team didn't get to dress up this week.") but after just one session with Coach Thiago, she's already asking when she can go back and she's clearly disappointed that she doesn't have soccer, ahhh futsal, every day.
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