My son coaches his 9-year-old son in a recreational soccer league. It’s a simple setup: the league provides T-shirts, no numbers, no pants, no socks—just the basics. My son’s primary goal is to teach the kids to have fun. That’s all.
One of the boys on the team has a brother with Down syndrome. This brother, who is in special education, comes to every game and cheers on the team. He doesn’t fully understand the rules of soccer or know the players’ names, but he enthusiastically runs along the touchline opposite the bench, cheering on his brother and the entire team.
After each game, my son gives every player a piece of candy as a small reward. And this brother crosses the field for his candy each time, too. He loves it.
Near the end of the season, the league requested player names for a small participation trophy to thank everyone for their effort, not just the winners. My son included the brother’s name on the roster, honoring him as the team’s most dedicated fan.
At the final game, my son handed out candy and the trophies. The brother crossed the field, got his candy, and, to his surprise, received a trophy as well. He was thrilled. His mother was initially taken aback, feeling he hadn’t “earned” it. But the players assured her they wanted him to have it. She relaxed, and everyone celebrated together.
What my son did was more than good for soccer—it was good for youth sports in general. A reminder that participation, kindness, and community are what make these games meaningful.
As for me? I didn’t get a trophy, but My Son is My Trophy!
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Koach Karl’s Note:
In memory of my dear friend Alan, I’m sharing his beautiful story to remind us of what truly matters in youth sports and in life. I believe his words capture the joy, kindness, and sense of belonging that make these moments unforgettable. If you’ve had similar experiences of kindness, togetherness, or the simple joys of soccer, please share them!
