Training wheels: ON
Team colors: ON
Propensity to say things that make boy give you “the look”: ON, ON, ON
The day began with allergies and coffee and quickly turned into a learning experience. Initially, I did not want to go to the game. I was itchy and sniffly from the plight of allergies. When we arrived, my eyes took quickly to the act of pooling. As we pulled into the parking lot, I remarked that I would make a terrible soccer mom- at that moment, I thought how awful and boring it would be having to drag your kids around and egad, watch the games.
Interestingly enough, once we got on the field my feelings changed. Maybe it was the delightful overcast and cool feel of the air, but I soon decided it wasn’t so bad afterall.
I got to converse with other adults and bond over tormenting the children. I set out to teach the Boy a life lesson about dealing with embarrassment, but I ended up with a few life lessons of my own.
1) sitting on the side lines cheering on your kid and laughing at the other kids is kinda fun
2) people think I’m funny! I could totally rule the soccer mom club.
3) Hot, single soccer dads appear to be mythical creatures not unlike Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster; in fact, one soccer mom noted that in 15 years of soccer-momming she had not encountered a hot, single soccer dad. I did feel better about my state of disarray (ie. lack of personal hygiene) upon this revelation. I’m more of a yeti gal anyway.
Next time, I really am going to have a glittery sign or two. They’re for encouragement! or something that starts with an E.
Oak Park vs Winnetonka in the North Kansas City Soccer Tourney
I may even make t-shirts for all of the Boy’s supporters.
Yay for soccer moms!