No, no talk of war or politics - not now anyway. The World Cup is coming! So, this past Sunday the US Men's Soccer team defeated the Latvian team 1-0 in pre World Cup tune-ups. Oh, don't I sound knowledgable on things soccer. Truth is, I am. Well, a bit more than the average American as I am married to a futbol fanatic and am a great bandwagon jumper. The World Cup will be hosted by Germany and my husband has been excitedly counting off the months until it commences (mid-June). Actually, the years - since the last World Cup four years ago. I know it is at this point that I will feel the shift in weight in our bed and find him excitedly (but quietly) cheering somewhere in the house at 4:00 a.m. for some team that has not yet faced elimination (US is a longshot I am sure you all know that much).
Mr. Scissorhands has long thrown his arms up in utter exasperation about we Americans lack of excitement over the true football. He comes to the US from Romania by way of Italy and subsequently Chile. He breathes soccer. He exclaims, "work stops, people close shops while The Games are being played!".
So, on Sunday he and my darling daughter, M1 went off to see the game live. My darling son, M2 and I stayed home and did our own thing. The most beautiful part about this is not how the world unites during the games, no that would be much too magnanimous of me. It is how the Daddy/daughter relationship flourishes at this time. Normally, M1 considers Daddy too stern, too curt, not indulgent enough, blah blah blah. Daddy considers M1 spoiled, non-disciplined, insolente! blah blah blah. And somewhere in the middle is me - playing both ends. Often, not so well I might add for I see both their sides. But at this time, during the World Cup for instance, M1 becomes the apple of his eye that she truly is and he becomes her Daddy that he'll always be.
And I sit on the sidelines and smile. And cheer.