I'm not cut out...
...to be a soccer mom. Practice twice a week and games on Saturdays. Next week we have to be at the field at 7:15am for team pictures before the game.
Our son is gifted in many ways. Just not soccer. He's cute and funny and smart and well... at least he's enjoying soccer. He kind of forgets he's playing sometimes and forgets the way the game is played sometimes. He did really well the first quarter this week and then all knowledge of the sport evaporated. Perhaps swimming is his sport. His swim instructors say he's a natural at swimming. And really, swimming can save your life in certain situations. How often do people have to kick a ball to stay alive?
The other parents really get into it. They sew these giant team banners and suspend them from cleverly engineered stands that they haul out to the field and erect for each game. I was amazed. I had no idea.
And the snacks. We take turns providing the snacks. Coach was very clear about bringing healthy snacks. He said the snack is supposed to refuel their little bodies and asked us to bring sliced fruit, water or 100% fruit juice, etc. Today's Snack Mom was handing out pouches full of some kind of blue KoolAid brand substance and Oreos. She was saying, "Do you want some water? Here, have some water!" but handing them the blue stuff. Water is not blue! She did, however, have some honeydew melon slices also. But who thinks blue sugary crap and Oreos are good fuel for growing bodies?
I bit my tongue, promised the goob he could have yogurt when he got home, and let him eat his fill of melon.
Our son is gifted in many ways. Just not soccer. He's cute and funny and smart and well... at least he's enjoying soccer. He kind of forgets he's playing sometimes and forgets the way the game is played sometimes. He did really well the first quarter this week and then all knowledge of the sport evaporated. Perhaps swimming is his sport. His swim instructors say he's a natural at swimming. And really, swimming can save your life in certain situations. How often do people have to kick a ball to stay alive?
The other parents really get into it. They sew these giant team banners and suspend them from cleverly engineered stands that they haul out to the field and erect for each game. I was amazed. I had no idea.
And the snacks. We take turns providing the snacks. Coach was very clear about bringing healthy snacks. He said the snack is supposed to refuel their little bodies and asked us to bring sliced fruit, water or 100% fruit juice, etc. Today's Snack Mom was handing out pouches full of some kind of blue KoolAid brand substance and Oreos. She was saying, "Do you want some water? Here, have some water!" but handing them the blue stuff. Water is not blue! She did, however, have some honeydew melon slices also. But who thinks blue sugary crap and Oreos are good fuel for growing bodies?
I bit my tongue, promised the goob he could have yogurt when he got home, and let him eat his fill of melon.
posted by Somebody's Mom at 1:17 PM
2 Comments:
I don't know if I could've bit my tongue... the closer I get to 40 the bolder and more honest I get - for better or worse. "That's not water, lazybritches, but hey, here's a nice squinty-eyed glance for ya'" is what I might have said.... you know, if she wasn't much bigger than me. At least she brought the melons :)
Well, umm, maybe my voice was just a little too loud when I said, "You should stick to the melon, Goob. You can choose a tasty snack that's good for your body when we get home."
P.S. She's also the one who made the team banner.
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