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?
