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Hi. My name is Heidi and I’m a cruddy soccer mom.
Honestly, I’ve never been a fan of sports. For the first 15 years of my life, I was an only child of two non-athletic parents. Sure, they bought me balls, and bats, and other sundry sports-related items over the years; but they always went to waste. I mean, I was way too busy reading to think about such things.
I was a good student in school and always had great report cards. Well, except for that time I flunked gym class. Every week, I begged my mom to write a note excusing me from gym due to some unknown illness.
It probably doesn’t help that I have a phobia of balls flying at me. I can’t remember how many times I’ve been whacked in the head with a ball. I’ve broken several pairs of glasses that way and not from participating in sports – we’re talking the balls literally find me when I’m sitting on the sidelines and smack right into my head.
I did go out for the volleyball team in high school once (even I can’t believe it). I found I was quite decent at serving the ball; but when they came flying back at me and the team expected me to hit it, well . . . that was a different story.
Fast forward to adulthood . . . and parenthood . . .
And somehow I ended up with two kids who enjoy playing sports.
This was all well and good when my husband was available to help with sports – he’s served his time coaching, and he’s been in charge of most of the sports-related taxi services over the years. ‘Til last year, when he got a new job and that became my job. And I don’t really like it.
Because here are the things I like about soccer:
- Seeing Ian smiling (but, honestly, he does that all the time anyway!) He’s the kid that people are referring to when they say, “Is that your son who smiles all the time?”
- Talking to the other parents on the sidelines.
- Getting back his soccer pictures every year (especially those black & white ones).
I don’t want to sound like a total jerk here. I don’t mind sitting on the sidelines in a lawn chair and watching the game when the weather is decent. But, once the weather starts to turn even the slightest bit chilly – or if there’s even a sprinkle of rain falling from the sky – I just can’t do it. I don’t want to, it depresses me to think about it, and I just don’t like it.
When I dropped my son off at the field this evening (on this chilly, rainy day), I was beating myself up over my poor parenting when it comes to sports.
Suddenly, it hit me. Just because I may not be great at being a soccer mom, doesn’t mean I’m not a good mom.
- I’ve taught my kids to read and have instilled a love of reading in each one of them.
- I’ve introduced music to my children and gladly taxi them to music lessons without complaint. They all love music – both listening to it and making it.
- I’ve homeschooled my kids, and have worked with them to find what works best for learning styles, what fits their interests, etc.
- I’ve taken my kids on lots of vacations and field trips and have taught them to enjoy traveling and adventures.
- Most importantly, we take our children to church and have taught them that God and church are priorities in life.
- And, I hope that I’ve taught my children to love, to respect, and to be compassionate and caring.
So, I guess I’m not a horrible parent after all, even if I am a cruddy soccer mom. I’m guessing that, maybe, some of those really good soccer moms maybe struggle in another area or two.