Endless politics and backstabbing, preferential treatment for some, and other such nonsense has marred this process, just as it has at the start of previous seasons. I hate it.
The worst moment of the day was a discussion with my eldest. I realized afterwards that the more I try to help my soccer club, and the other kids in it, the more my eldest suffers for it.
He was set to either be on the senior team, or with his friends, kids he had played with for four years before this last year saw him banished to my team, or. He would be happiest playing with his friends, but to be on a gold-medal-winning team would be his consolation otherwise.
But then there were too many. Too many players and not enough coaches. I stepped forward and said I would help. And instantly my son was on my team. Away from his friends, away from the "at least" option, trapped in the unexpected "not again".
He was so enthusiastic about playing this season, but now he just wants to quit. He sees the likelihood, and I see it too, that he'll never get to play with his friends again.
The reason he was banished in the first place was because the coach who took over his team didn't like me. And now I am the reason that there is no return from exile.
No good deed goes unpunished, goes the saying.
And I have no way to fix it.
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