I can’t believe I just wrote that title.
Am I really a soccer mom? If so, how did I get here? I never planned to be a soccer mom.
I’d always thought of myself as a stay-home-and-read-a-good-book kind of mom. Or how about a stay-home-and-bake-cookies mom? I could do that. I have done that.
This business, though, of driving my children from this sport to that—of being ready and able and willing to hang out at the field all night…
Well, I’ll tell you. This has taken some getting used to.
…he was usually the one who got to watch Cate.
(You’ve heard, no doubt, of attachment parenting.)
This past Tuesday night was different, though. Joe had the night off from baseball, on account of the 4th of July holiday, and that meant we got to attend Cate’s soccer practice as a family.
Yes, my friend, you read that right! We got to watch her altogether, although…
…when you’re the mother of a 13-month-old, “watching” can be a relative term. George has lots of fun on these outings. He alternates between moving in on the sidelined balls…
…and helping himself to the other players’ water.
The best part of the night (for me) was the family match at the end of the practice. My husband, my sons, Felicity…
All of them got to play against Cate’s team.
Between my husband and my sons, who do you think is the most competitive?
(That’s a trick question, by the way.)
(My sons came from my husband.)
(Therefore, my friends, it’s a great big moot point.)
I, on the other hand, behaved myself. There was no knocking down of 10-year-old girls for me–no shoving past them, no hooting, no hollering.
On the contrary, I stayed on the sidelines with Angela and watched demurely.
(Do I look like a bug in my sunglasses? Tell me the truth.)
Eventually the practice came to a close and the girls settled down with their treats and drinks. To be honest, at this level the treats and the drinks are even better than the game itself. Am I right or am I right?
Cate, being Cate, graciously shared her snack with her brother, who…
…once he’d figured out the best system for consumption…
…was most grateful.
Cate, too, seemed grateful to have her whole family there–especially her baby brother, of whom she seemed to be especially proud. Baby brothers (and sisters) are good for bragging rights, right?
All for the greater glory of God,