already?

Soccer started this week. Boy, did that sneak up on me.

I never imagined myself a 'soccer mom' and I guess I still don't.

But let me say this.

I am so thankful to have a healthy child that can chase a ball for hours on end. Soccer requires a high level of fitness and it's very foundation requires teamwork. Not contrived teamwork, but the real mccoy. I get excited, and bummed, at games. I yell. There are lots of practices that throw dinner off and weekends spent traveling. A bother sometimes, but then you see improvement and growth and confidence and a competitive spirit blooming in the boy that can hardly make his bed.

And then there are the shin guards. My boy in shin guards looks so clean cut and strong. Love it.

Quit with the camera, he says. He's off. To go sweat and play with a group of boys that he feels accountable to, in a way that a mom can't teach.

I'm glad for that.

Soccer Mom, signing off!

P.S. And of course, he's out grown the cleats! Aaaaarrrgh!