I have resisted the label for years but deep down I knew it was only a matter of time before I truly (and literally) became one. And last week, I finally did. But only for a week, at least for now.
Soccer Mom…..that suburban creature whose life is mainly spent driving around her children in her minivan or SUV to go from one activity to another, barely finding time to breathe.
Well, at least that has been the stereotype and suffice it to say that I have done everything in my power to not fall into this category, no matter how lame my efforts have been. For instance, I have held on to driving my Toyota Camry instead of our van, but really if I had my way, I would drive a Prius. But let’s save that for when I win the lottery, shall we? For now, I still see no point in driving the minivan considering I only have one passenger. It just doesn’t make sense to me.
Anyway, last week, my son attended his very first Soccer Camp. At first I was excited but upon finding out that most of the other kids in the class had either gone through it before or have been playing soccer, I got nervous. Worst of all, the competitive mother bear in me was roused. I knew I had to tame it with much effort every single time we showed up last week. I knew myself well enough to know that I would be spending time trying to see if my son can run fast enough, have enough control with the ball, follow instructions and everything else. I had to constantly consciously remind myself that we were there to just have fun. There was no reason to take this too seriously......(yeah right?...me?...not take things too seriously?.....good luck!)
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