Konstantin has been going to football for several months. And at some point he invited me to practice — officially, with a serious look: «Dad, come, I want you to watch».
I came. Watched.
Kostya on the field is a whole different creature. At home he can argue over every little thing, but on the field — focused, attentive, listening to the coach. Running without holding back.
These moments remind me that children are not miniature versions of you. They are separate people with their own worlds. And sometimes they let you in to have a look.
Proud of the little guy.