Soccer. Being a soccer mom is a whole lotta work. It sucks up a whole lotta time. It eats up a whole lotta disposable income in the form of drive thrus and take-n-bake pizzas and gasoline and anti-depressants. BUT...
Watching my kids play their last few soccer games, some of the sport's virtues have started to shine through just a tad. I like what my kids are learning from it:
Set a goal.
Run your butt off.
Work hard.
Work together.
Run TO it, not AWAY from it.
It's ok to want to beat the other guy, so long as you play fair.
You may not like your opponent, but you can still play nice.
Sometimes you'll lose, but don't be a jerk.
When soccer first started, I was worried that I wasn't going to live to see the end of the six-week-long season. Or more likely, my CHILDREN weren't going to live to see it. The six weeks really have flown by. No, that's a big fat lie. The six weeks haven't dragged like I thought they would. "Flown by" is a bit strong of a phrase here. And while it's been a big drain on my sanity and my energy levels, I'm grateful for the life lessons my kids are learning while playing.
It beats the snot out of ME having to teach them these things. That's what I'm paying the city for, right?
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