It was bound to happen eventually. As I’ve written before, soccer hasn’t been my kids’ favorite sport. Judging by the amount of cajoling it took to get one of my sons to his games, soccer may as well be the new piano lesson. So I can’t exactly say I was sad when neither of my boys wanted to play this fall. Yeah, it’s a little lonely when all the families we’re used to hanging out with on the weekends are heading to the soccer field with their minivans stuffed full of lawn chairs and juice boxes. But I can’t say I’m completely sad that I’m no longer a soccer mom.
In fact, over at Mom.me, I’m sharing 8 Reasons Why I’m Glad I’m Not a Soccer Mom, not the least of which is chewed up orange rinds. Yup. You’ll have to read it to see if you can relate!