I am Offically a Soccer Mom
I've never been a team sports kind of person. Well, truthfully, I've never really been much of a sports person at all. But team sports even less so than others. I'm just not much of a joiner. Or an athlete. So, I'm a little bemused to find myself sitting on the sidelines, a soccer mom of all things.
Sabrina's wanted to play soccer for years, but something--new baby, tumour, poverty--has always gotten in the way. Until this year, that is. This year, she's lacing up her cleats and warming the bench trotting out onto the field. And twice a week I'm hauling a lawn chair on the bus to sit on the sidelines with the other parents, cheering the kids on. I'm thrilled that Sabrina has this opportunity this year, that she finally gets to experience being part of a team, but I'm a little lost.
For one thing, other than the whole "no hands" thing, I have no idea about the rules of soccer. Shifts? Cards? Offsides? I haven't got a clue. And I have to confess, I'm a little intimidated by the other parents. Not that they're psycho soccer parents or anything, but the constant exhortations from the sidelines--"Come on Green! Help out!!" "Attack the ball!"--kind of freak me out. I'm the type of gym teacher who forgets to keep score during the game, so all the focus on competition and winning really isn't my thing.
Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be the coach's approach, either. Watching the...enthusiasm of some of the other coaches, I was worried about that. That the expectations would be too tough, and that it would be all about winning, and not so much about the love of the sport. Diva Girl having never played soccer before, isn't exactly well versed in the ins and outs of the game; plus, she is my daughter, which means that she's not exactly the most coordinated kid on the field. I was worried that playing in a league with a bunch of girls who have been playing for years might be too much pressure, but so far, it seems to be going fine.
She hasn't scored a goal or anything yet, but she gets to play--or at least run around on the field sometimes--and seems to be having fun doing it, which is all I was really hoping for. And maybe for her to actually kick the ball before the end of the season.
Comments
A hot soccer mom you are. This officially makes you a MILF, eh? ;)
That actually sounds like lots of fun. I can't wait until I can do all of those "sportsy" things with my kid. I lived my entire childhood in one book after another, and the one summer my parents put me into a sports summer day camp I hated it so much I'd cry in the mornings on the way there. Here's hoping my little one can both read AND run/catch/hit/kick like the devil!
Have fun, Diva Girl!!!
That would be a SMILF. :)
It's not so bad being a soccer mom, there are some stereotypes to overcome but other than that it's pretty good. Good luck with it!
My comment is about single moms who are raising athletic boys. I feel ill equipped to coach my son when he is feeling down on his game. I flinch when I see the coach yelling at my son. Can anyone relate to how I feel?
