Monday, October 17, 2011

Surviving Soccer

Soccer Mom isn't a term I would use to describe me.  I see those moms every week with their blinged out shirts announcing they are a "Sexy Soccer Mom" in rhinestones and glitter.  I'm more of a "oh crap, we are late.. hurry!"  soccer mom.  Between all the practices, the scrimmages, and the games, I feel like I'm on the soccer field 10 days a week.  It's crazy.... 
but  I will say I had no clue how much I would enjoy watching my son play a sport he loves.  I'm the crazy lady screaming from the sidelines when my boy blocks a goal.  Mr. Boy is a natural goalie, even though he'd rather play forward.  Mr. Boy made a deal with his coach that he'd play goalie for one half, if he could be forward the rest of the game.  A deal the coach gladly accepted.  Mr. Boy's nickname is "The Wall", because nothing gets through him. 
 
It's crazy how serious he takes this stuff.  I love that when he is out for a quarter, he sits and watches with his iPod on to "stay in the zone".  Even though I gripe about how much time it takes, I love it and am envious of his natural athletic skill.  When he blocks a goal, it's hard for me not to imagine him in 15 years playing in a huge stadium with 25,000 fans screaming, "The Wall!" or imagining him in the 2020 Olympics.  Am I the only one who gets carried away? 

3 comments:

Brooke said...

Wow. I so wish I had even a little of that interest...I'm more of the "When is this going to be over...and is it rude if I read during the game" kind of mom. Sad.

Cimblog (tm) said...

I'm expecting the "free Auntie tickets" when that happens!! Just sayin'

Robin said...

I so look forward to soccer games...
Love your blog. I checked out your kitchen redo and I totally want a Peanut Butter cupboard. Love it!
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