Soccer moms get a bad rap. You know what I’m talking about…soccer moms who drive mini-vans. There’s an underlying theme to the jokes that the ‘soccer mom’ lifestyle is kind of a settling of sorts. Like instead of living some great adventure, a soccer mom settles for a life of sadly driving a mini-van to and fro…whose greatest adventure is cheering at a game.
Well, about 4 weeks ago I became a soccer mom. And you know what…brace yourselves…I drive a mini-van! EEEKKKK how sad…my life of adventure is over and I’m just a soccer mom. Ummm, No. I feel like my greatest adventures are just beginning. Every night I get to see my second son running in the backyard in the cutest pair of cleats and shin guards. The very sight of the joy on his face chasing that crazy ball takes my breath away.
I’m a soccer mom who drives a mini-van. I get to watch blond hair going crazy in the wind as my little boy races across the field. I get to see him learn to be a part of a team and mature in the process. Oh my goodness…is he a cute boy or what?! He is a blond version of his daddy…melt me.
I wash really stinky black socks and sometimes catch a soccer ball going down the stairs…after it was snuck in by a little boy. But then again, I get to kick around a ball with a really cute guy every night…make that 4 really cute guys.
This new soccer thing – I am loving. The games are short, fast paced, and outside. And really….5 year old boys in bright white uniform shirts that are 3 sizes too big running down the field…you can’t help but smile watching that.
I’m a soccer mom that drives a mini-van. I also own Photoshop, so when I get a great kicking shot of my soccer player son, but the ball is already out of the frame…I work my magic. And my soccer player son is very, very happy with his soccer mom.