I’ve been a soccer Mom for the last six years. Every fall, without fail, soccer has dominated our lives. I think that era is finally over, though.
Neither of my kids qualified for competitive teams this year, and both refuse to do rec. He wants to concentrate on baseball and martial arts; she wants to concentrate on swimming.
I think they’re making wise decisions, but I have to say that I’ll miss soccer. I made few lasting friends during those six seasons, but I always made good seasonal friends. I enjoyed the games tremendously because every weekend I got to get together with fellow parents, and sit in the sun and watch beautiful, healthy children run like the wind.
Of course, since both kids played competitive soccer last year, the privilege of watching them play meant driving about 200 miles every weekend and that, I can assure you, I will not miss. Clouds and silver linings, all mixed together, and dusted heavily with nostalgia.