Monday, September 8, 2008

Hell has frozen over



I am now a soccer mom. Yup. We are digging out the folding lawn chairs with the beverage cups in them.
I was watching bubs last week at a family picnic. He was kicking a ball around and running at the same time. I thought to myself, 'wow, he's really got that down.... we should sign him up for soccer...' Lo and behold in the backpack on Friday there was a notice about a CYO micro soccer league on Saturday mornings at our neighborhood elementary. So I discussed with my husband.
He takes things very seriously. So I am kind of afraid that if my son doesn't like it, this could be a fiasco. Like he blew a gasket when I told him that we couldn't make the first game because bubs has a birthday party to go to. Seriously. So I am kind of apprehensive that if it doesn't go well, between bubs and my husband, I might have the life sucked out of me. But I'll do anything for bubs, even suffer the wrath of my intense husband.

We went and signed up. Bubs was more interested in the dragonfly that he saw buzzing around. Not a good sign. But he liked the outfit. They tried to entice me into coaching. Please, I am not qualified to even teach five year olds soccer. Hopefully that is not indicative of what kind of person will be coaching bubs' team. I didn't' say anything about bubs. It's sensitive information not to be shared with just anyone. I need to see how it pans out. Bubs shadow this summer told me just to sign him up for stuff and he will be fine. As a teacher and as a parent, I am not sure how to handle this. But seeing how this is just kids running around chasing a ball, I think we might be OK. I'll play it by ear.

So I took bubs to get cleats and shin guards and a ball yesterday. He did NOT want to go. He told me he was scared of cleats. I think he was just yanking my chain because he didn't feel like going shoe shopping. I am just not sure if he will wear those shin guards. They looked uncomfortable to me and I am not wearing them. They go on under the socks, which are gigantic. I am now getting ahead of myself here with worry. We are operating under many stressors here-sensory objections to uniform, objections to just being told what to do, intense pressure from spouse,attending and behavioral issues, over stimulation..... ahhhhh, somebody stop me.......

So I am a soccer mom. A neurotic soccer mom.

edited to add: I look JUST like that picture by the way.

6 comments:

Cyndi said...

Now you'll haave to get a soccer ball magnet to put on the back of your car! :)

~Momster said...

Congratulations!...?...! :) It will all be fine. Or, it will be a lesson learned. Regardless, it will end soon enough! Good luck.

Jane's Fabrics and Quilts said...

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Ahhh the soccer years......

Thank you for the birthday wishes, your name is in the basket. Good luck, Jane

Marla said...

Oh, my. A soccer mom! Wow. I can't even imagine. I am so glad he found something he is into. I think the kids look so adorable in their outfits. Those long socks with the stripes are cute.

Rae said...

Aww Congrats! I'm looking forward to tball in the spring

This Crazy Life said...

Hey, I just became a soccer mom too this year :) My son has SPD, and I was scared of the whole shin gaurd thing too. What I found helps is to put the huge sock on first, pull it up high, then put the shin guard on, and fold the sock down. Looks just like all the other kids, but it feels better to my son. Just wanted to pass that on..arent sensory issues fun ;)