When I grow up, I wanna be a soccer mom

My baby boy is starting SOCCER tomorrow!! “Evaluations” are at Arrow Heights Baptist. I have been weepy this week, and I think it’s cuz my baby is doing something so grown up, well, something more like a grade-schooler. He hasn’t really even been asking to do it, but I know of an Upward soccer league that I’d really like for him to do, so we’re doing it. Husband thinks we do too much, that our week is too full. I think he mostly thinks this because I don’t get the house cleaned because of all the other stuff we’re doing. Not true. I could be doing nothing and still not get the house clean.



Anyway, my biggest fear is that he will get his little spirit hurt. He is so tender, and holds onto pain for way too long. He is definitely not made of rubber. If there are any meanies out there, they better watch out, cuz “I’ll be watching you, Wazowski!”

Tonight I found a video on youtube called Upward Soccer. It was some kid’s first game. So I had him watch it just to make sure he knew what he was getting into. (Oh yeah! We need to have that talk about finishing what you start…concerning the soccer season.) After the first 30 seconds of the video, he said, “Mom, since I know how to play soccer now, can I watch the rest of Tigger?”


Pictures to follow…