I created this word, I suppose because Adam and I like turning nouns into verbs. But also because it makes the fact that I've turned into a soccer mom just a little more funny. Most of you who know me know that soccer and hockey are my least two favorite sports. A whole lot of running/skating and not a lot of scoring. I rather watch golf or tennis or baseball any day over soccer and hockey.
Yet Adam and I found ourselves in a pickle last spring when we received a note home about spring soccer through the Wattles Park Men's Club. We asked Mason if he'd like to be on a soccer team, as we always ask him if he wants to take part in the activities we learn about through school. Thus far he'd said no to art classes, science camps and everything else. I thought this would be the same, but instead he shrugged his shoulders and said "sure." And so the soccer momming began.
This is Mason's third season, and after two seasons of being the cheerleading sister, Mya decided she wanted to join a league of preschoolers. Lucky for us, one of her best friends from daycare is on her team.
Now, another thing anyone who knows me knows is that I'm kind of competitive and I love sports. Watching sports, cheering on my sports, but I'm not very good at sports. Unfortunately for my kids, they got my unsportyness (yes, another new word - I'm full of these things). Fortunately, they didn't get my competitiveness so they don't really care that they're not the best.
Still, it's a lot of fun to watch them. They both usually run on the outskirts of the pack of kids that actually have the ball. Sometimes they watch the ball, sometimes they wave to us on the sidelines. Sometimes they get themselves caught in the net because they're playing goalie and are bored. Sometimes they just stare off into the distance.
That's me on the sidelines cheering/yelling/pleading/soccer momming for them to kick the ball. Just kick it, please. Just once per game is all I ask.
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