Just so you know, tonight we watched Violet VII: Violet Gets Eaten by a Kitten
, in which Violet lays huddled on the floor and a battery powered kitten toy meows and moves its head in such a fashion as to give the illusion that it may in fact be eating her ear. The aurophagy scene was preceded by Violet narrating and typing requests for the resurrection of her dead mother ("She died when I was a baby!") into a purple and orange child's handheld computer keyboard.
She Shoots and She Scores!
Maddie finished her second season of soccer two weekends ago. The cooler fall temperatures and a more active coach contributed to a much better experience this time. I didn't have to fill in coaching like I did last season, which was a relief.
Brief rundown of soccer for six and seven year olds: six kids on a side per game, 3 on 3 for actual play, no goalie, 1/6 (or less) of a regulation field. Kids generally swarm around, with no strategy other than "kick the ball!" Future stand outs are already obvious: they have their head in the game at all times, almost never want to take a break, run about twice as fast as everyone else, and are highly competitive. Misfits are equally as obvious: wearing coats over their jersey and mittens even though it's sixty degrees, whine and mope when the coach puts them in, and have their backs to the action and fingers in their noses during crucial moments of the game. Their parents have to force them onto the field.
Maddie is in the large middle of the pack, which makes me glad. I wasn't expecting her to be Mia Hamm incarnate. In fact, the opposite was more like it. I didn't come by any kind of physical dexterity until much later in life. One could say I existed in a perpetual fog that precluded any kind of athletic ability. I feared as much for her.
But it looks like she'll be a good player. She's always eager to play and can handle the ball when it comes her way. She scored a few goals and was as solid a member as you can be of a six/seven year old soccer team. Her big problem, though, was with intimidation at the hands (or feet! ha!) of the aforementioned stand outs, and she was not alone in this. Like many of the other players, when one of those kids got the ball, she would just hang back and hope that our team's own natural athlete was in a position to stop him.
I tried to get it into her head that she might as well run at the kids and take a shot at the ball. The worst that would happen is that she would wipe out and get cool dirt and grass stains on her knees. But all season, she (like most of the other kids) would just hang back when the athletically inclined charged with the ball.
"I noticed you backed off when she turned the ball around," I would say.
"She's too fast."
"Nah. You had good position. You just didn't go for the ball."
"I tried, but I couldn't."
"No you didn't. You stood there. You're feet didn't move. I was watching."
"Maybe you thought
about trying, but you didn't actually try, like, with your body. It's not the same thing."
In print it seems a bit harsh, and maybe it was. If she would have simply said "I was afraid of her. She's so much better than me," it would have been honest and a good place to start from. But don't say you're trying when you're not. You have to stop telling yourself things that aren't true before you can get anywhere. I'll take a whole team of kids who have average skills but want to work hard (she does) and aren't intimidated by people who might be their superior in natural talent.
So, the last game of the season, and Maddie's team (the Killer Bees) are playing against the team run by her coach from last season. This coach has his own son on his team (nothing wrong with that), who is the fastiest little boy in the league. He is without a doubt a skilled player and accounts for the vast majority of his team's points. But he just cannot shut his trash-talking mouth. I actually think he has some kind of problem, because he even trash-talks his own teammates, and not in a friendly-banter sort of way. In my opinion, the six/seven year league is a little young for players to be telling the other team that they are "evil", "cheaters", and that he was going to "kill you guys" and "make you eat the dirt."
When I filled in coaching for the team last season, I benched him several times for talking like that. He informed me I was a "horrible coach." Strong praise. Of course, his Dad completely fails to call him to task, and my Mom who was at the last game chastens me and reminds me that Paul (the kid in question) is really not at fault at this point in his life. He's most likely acting out against something at home that none of us ever have to see. Most likely an accurate conclusion. I feel for the kid in an existential sense, but when it comes to his interaction with my own children, I must counsel from a purely practical standpoint.
And thus, I said:
"Maddie. Don't let Paul just run up to the goal. Get in his face and kick the ball."
"Try it. He's not going to hurt you."
"All you have to do is kick the ball."
At one point during that last game, after Paul has been yelled at by our coach for calling the Killer Bees cheaters (when in reality, the Killer Bees were not cheating, and note also that his own coach spoke not a word about his poor sportsmanship), Paul got the ball again and was running towards midfield. Maddie was there. She stood her ground, kicked the ball away from his feet, and flew down the field in the other direction with no one in front of her for a GOOOOOAAAAALLLLLLL!
The coach had her take a break after that, and she came off the field grinning like a fool. Everyone was telling her nice job, great goal, etc. She sat down and popped the top on her water bottle. With a voice of complete self-satisfaction she said: "I took it off Paul."
Lucy is fascinated with the scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
in which Violet Beauregard is transformed into a human blueberry. When it's time for imaginary play (which is basically all the time around here), Violet is her most frequent alter ego. She doesn't really do anything that Violet does, except to occasionally say "It's gum, and that's for me!" just like in the movie. But she refers to herself as Violet and apparently that's enough.
Recently, we have been treated to a series of plays featuring Violet and her adventures. They are generally plotless and involve Violet picking things up and putting them down, or waving to the audience, or reading out loud. In standard Hollywood fashion, she has given each its own number and tag line. So far, we have seen:
Violet 1: Violet's Walk
Violet 2: Violet's Traffic Jam
Violet 3: Violet's Circus
Violet 4: Violet's Haunted House
Violet 5: Violet Goes to School
Well, she's done at least as good of a job coming up with titles as the idiotic bastards that made the Jim Varney Ernest
movies. Don't be fooled, though, as the names have almost nothing to do with the play itself. Violet 5: Violet Goes to School
, which I saw tonight, consisted of Violet going to the store and buying everything she saw. This involved a blanket on the floor covered in a layer of toys, dolls and decorative items. She crammed them one by one into a small plastic handbag, which was straining at its seams by the halfway point. That was more or less the whole play.
Violet 3: Violet's Circus
was performed in the bathroom. It did
have stuffed animals dressed rather cleverly to look like circus performers. But, I repeat, it was in the bathroom. With the lights off. So we could see the flashlight/spotlight.
I don't mean to totally bust on Lucy and her dramatic abilities. She has the determination and some good stage presence, but at this age, she obviously doesn't have what it takes to front a presentation that will hold anyone's attention for more than a minute and a half. Of course, the Miko Land
plays (in which a series of puppets introduce themselves, fart, then exit stage) are quite amusing, but that's about it. When we all come up with a play or skit together, it's a different story. With just the slightest bit of direction and filtering, she comes up with some great ideas and sticks to the story. But the Violet series is the story of the day, so that's what you're hearing about.
I have been informed that Violet 6
is "coming out" tomorrow. If you want to stop by, the performance is probably free, though you may have to sit on the bathroom floor to watch it.