The End of Soccer Mom Season

Today is the last day of my son's soccer season. It's been a huge learning experience for all of us, and I'd like to think that we've all grown a bit. My son seemed to have a great time. My husband learned that he enjoys coaching, something that I already knew.

And what have I learned?

I've learned that three and four-year-olds do not speak the same language as forty-year-old coaches.

I've learned that grapes or oranges make the best half-time snacks. Bring some wipes along. Sticky chins tend to gather grass, dirt, and other odds and ends.

I've learned that the kid who decides to lay down in the middle of the field in a fit of pique will immediately rise up at the mention of snacks. Sort of like Scooby-Doo.

I've learned that not every mother remembers the name of her child's team.

I've learned that if you don't remember the name of your child's team, don't try to fake it. Yelling "Go Cougars!" as the Jaguars run out on the field is not good.

I've learned that all game play stops completely when an airplane flies low over the field. This includes the older kids, and by that I mean the dads.



I've learned that even if there's no official score keeping, there's always someone out there keeping count. At least the goals that my own child made. Three on purpose, three by accident.

I am officially off soccer mom duty, until the spring. Which means that I can sleep late on Saturdays again!!! It may be selfish, but yay me!