Just for fun…
You know you’re a “soccer Mom” when
- … someone asks how old your kid is and you answer a number with a “u” in front of it.
- … you go to a Broadway play and check the program for “half-time.”
- … your “back-to-soccer” pictures trump the “back-to-school” pictures.
- … your “new car smell” only lasts until the first practice.
- … you have witnessed true exorcism of devilish entrails when an opposing parent is self-diagnosed as “smarter than the referee’s call.”
- … your child has a perfected British accent from watching games before he was 5.
- … church runs over the normal time, and you wonder how much “stoppage time” was added.
- … “upper 90” has nothing to do with being old.
- … you give your kid yellow and red cards for punishment in the house. (Yellow might mean time out, but red means Dad is getting involved.)
- … you call the baseball umpire a “ref.” (I love to watch my baseball-playing nephews!)
- … football players seem overdressed. (Though I still love to watch football!)
- … you can’t remember a Mother’s Day that you didn’t celebrate from the sidelines.
- … you go to Florida to run into your Michigan friends, now that you live in North Carolina. (Because the soccer worlds always collide.)
- … your kid has more daily multi-cultural experiences than the UN.
- … the words “Classic,” “Select,” “Challenge,” and “Recreation” rank like school grades.
- … you spend more on soccer uniforms and equipment than college.
- … “Nutmeg” is not a spice. (Thanks, Jodi, for that suggestion on Facebook!)
… And some days you wish there were some overtime sessions in motherhood, so it would last a little longer – with stoppage time.
Blessed to be a Soccer Mom,