Now I know why the soccer banner is so fitting.
We're practically living on soccer fields - again.
Just like last year, and the year before, someone in this family (myself included) is playing soccer nearly every night of the week. The exception so far seems to be Friday. And now, to add to the chaos, we have two nights where two of the girls play at the same time.
Would I have it any other way? Doubtful.
Soccer is my sport. I've been playing soccer nearly twenty years. I still remember my first high school soccer season with fondness. It was the first time I felt part of something, the first time I felt like I had a talent. I don't consider myself a natural athlete, I find I have to work at it. When I discovered I could really kick a ball, I was hooked.
So far, all three girls seem to have a knack for the game. Their Dad's natural athletic ability coupled with my talent have produced three girls who can really kick ass. Kristyn is a play-maker and goal scorer. She has no fear and a shot (left and right) that makes keepers afraid. Erin, thanks to exceptionally long legs and a graceful gazelle-like run, can move the ball up from her own net to the other so fast it makes me shake my head. Meghan is still learning, but it turns out her stubbornness and need for drama have produced a little player that refuses to give up. So I don't recommend getting in her way.
Last night was my first game with my summer team (I missed last week because we were away) and I felt so alive. I've played indoor all winter, but it's a totally different game on the big field. More players, more room and more running. It was exhilarating and great to be back.
I don't know how the term "Soccer Mom" came to have negative connotations, but I'm here to tell you that Soccer Moms rule. End of story.
