It has happened. I'm a soccer mom. It is kind of surreal. For some reason when I had Jack I felt like this stage was soooo far away. I imagined that by the time Jack would be wearing a uniform I would be wearing frontbutt jeans and driving a Volvo. But thank goodness that hasn't happened yet...I would take a Volvo right now though. (We won't get into the car issue today.) And after last Saturday I have also realized that not only am I a soccer mom but I am kind of one of those crazy soccer moms that screams a lot...even at games where the score isn't even kept. But I love this new role. I love cheering for my kid. I love packing snacks for the team. I love dressing Addie in her Hawks cheerleading outfit, now officially complete with the orange pompoms that I bought last night. I love Jack's smile when he is running around chasing a ball or the kid on his team. I love making friends with the other crazy soccer moms. I love laughing with my family about Jack's super moves. I love it all. I think I was made for this...to be a soccer mom.
This is Jack and his buddy Landon before the game. Landon is our star player. I love to watch him play because he is really into it and if he can't get to the ball he will just kick whoever is closest in the shins. I know, it sounds kind of painful for the other kid but that is what shin guards are for. It is really funny to watch.
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