If you’ve ever crossed paths with me, “soccer mom” isn’t exactly the label that would pop into your mind. I’m an art school graduate, a full-fledged nerd, and many would describe me as a homesteading or free-spirited mom. Yet, now that my child is part of our town’s fall sports lineup, I find myself embracing the role of a proud soccer mom.
Each Saturday, I haul my family to the local rec center to witness my oldest child mastering the fine art of dribbling and kicking. Around me, a diverse array of moms are engaged in their own activities. There’s the mom who sits quietly in her chair, lost in her Facebook feed. Another is the enthusiastic volunteer coach, often raising her voice, much to the annoyance of others. Then there’s the PTA mom, happily socializing with her fellow committee members.
And then there’s me.
I’m the mom who cheers on all the kids, not just my own. These little ones, ranging from kindergarten to second grade, are at the stage of discovering friendships, learning to tie their shoes, and realizing that the big net is a goal, not a secret hideout (yes, that did happen last week).
I’m also the mom who gets genuinely excited about bringing fun snacks for the team, even when it’s completely optional (and maybe a bit irritating to some). I show up with a backpack stocked full of goodies, Band-Aids, extra water, baby wipes, and sunscreen. It’s a lot, but I believe in being prepared!
I strive to connect with the other moms, even the quieter ones, because I genuinely want to know the parents of my child’s friends. It’s in my motherly nature to be a little nosy, and this is a perfect chance to mingle.
What I won’t tolerate? The obnoxious parents yelling at the coaches. Honestly, that’s not okay. These coaches are volunteers, and the kids are just learning. There’s no need for parents to disrupt the game with their complaints.
I’m also quick to tell overzealous coaches that pee wee soccer isn’t the place for intense criticism. Seriously, no one cares that much.
I’m the mom who rallies around kids who miss the goal and feel down about it. These children are learning, so why not cheer for every single one of them? We don’t need to hand out participation trophies, but we can all agree that encouragement matters.
I’m the mom who tells my kid (and probably yours too) to chill out when they start judging others on speed or the fanciness of their cleats. We’re here to help them learn teamwork, good sportsmanship, and how to support one another. Friendly competition is one thing; being a jerk is another.
So there you have it, I’m a proud soccer mom. I love the game, and I love the kids — yours included. You’ll find me on the sidelines, chatting with other moms, cheering for both teams, and advocating for the idea that sports can teach our kids to be respectful, responsible individuals who know how to believe in themselves, just as we believe in them.
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Summary
Embracing the role of a soccer mom, I enthusiastically support all the kids on the field, bringing snacks and fostering camaraderie while advocating for respect and good sportsmanship among parents and coaches alike.