Year of the Soccer Mom

by Lisa Donovan

This weekend, I crossed a threshold that I wasn’t sure I would ever be crossing. I am now a partaker in the weekend, rush-hour life of youth sports. My son had his first soccer meeting this past Saturday. The only thing that eased the fright of the loud chaotic room of kids running amok was the absolute look of eagerness and exuberance on my son’s face. The parents were a mixed group: half who looked liked this overkill of kid-crazy (imagine a Chuck E. Cheese playroom on speed) was something they had gotten accustomed to after several years and then there were the ones that looked more terrified of this strange universe than if they were being charged at by a mad, flame snorting bull . I would fall under the latter category, in case you weren’t sure. I sort of just backed myself up against the wall, wide eyed, and watched and listened and smiled and nodded a lot.

I like to think of myself as a good parent. I pay attention and listen. I read stories and am an active participant in my kids’ interests. I balance it with my life, making sure not to exclude my wants and needs. I feel I have found an equilibrium. However, and I am not sure if this is a shortcoming yet, I can’t get into the “spirit? of the active-child lifestyle. I like that we sit around and read books and eat home-made cinnamon rolls on Saturday mornings – followed by a leisurely walk after our nap. I like that we have time spent sitting around parks and libraries, telling stories and making up games. Not to make it all about me but, I am not quite ready to let that go. But I think I have to. Seeing the look on my little boy’s face this past Saturday makes me realize that he is ready to be a bigger part of the world. He is ready to get out there and make a mark – and in order to do that, he musn’t be exclusively sitting about eating cinnamon rolls and taking leisurely walks with his parents. His excitement is, really, all I need to get over the fact that in order for him to find his way that he has to break away from our cozy family time. And him realizing his independence and finding his passions in this world is, ultimately, the highest form of gratification for me. We’ll sneak the cinnamon rolls in later.

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This entry was posted on Monday, February 27th, 2006 at 9:22 am and is filed under Lifestyles, Concerns and Expectations, Sports. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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