If you’ve ever crossed paths with me, “soccer mom” is probably the last label you’d attach to my name. After all, I attended art school, embrace my inner geek, and many have affectionately dubbed me the homesteading, free-spirited type. But now that my child has signed up for the local sports league this fall, I’m embracing my role as a proud soccer mom.
Every Saturday morning, I haul my family to the community rec center to witness my oldest child mastering the art of dribbling and kicking. Around me, a variety of moms engage in their own activities. There’s the mom glued to her chair, quietly scrolling through Facebook. Another mom, the volunteer coach, is energetically shouting at the kids, much to the annoyance of others. Then there’s the PTA mom, deep in conversation with her fellow PTA friends.
And then there’s me.
I’m the one cheering enthusiastically for all the kids, not just my own. These little ones, ranging from kindergarten to second grade, are just beginning to navigate friendships, tie their shoes, and understand that the big net is a goal, not a secret fort—something a couple of boys hilariously mistook last week.
I’m the mom who gets giddy about providing fun snacks for the team, even when it’s not obligatory (and likely irking some of the other mothers). I come prepared with a backpack stuffed with snacks, Band-Aids, extra water, baby wipes, and sunscreen. No one ever asks for these items, but I believe in being ready for anything.
I’m also the mom who makes an effort to connect with other parents, even the quieter ones. It’s in my nurturing nature to be curious, so why not seize the chance to meet the people behind my child’s friends?
And let’s be clear—I’m not one to tolerate obnoxious parents who yell at the coaches. Seriously, back off. These coaches are volunteers, and the kids are still learning the ropes. It’s absurd to take things so seriously.
I’m also the mom who isn’t shy about reminding overly intense coaches that pee wee soccer is not the time for pro-level critiques. Honestly, no one’s that invested.
Additionally, I’m the mom who rallies around any kid who misses a goal and looks disheartened. These youngsters are learning, and every effort deserves applause. We don’t need to hand out participation trophies, but can we all agree to support each child? Teamwork and effort are what matter most.
I’m the mom who tells my child (and probably yours too) to chill when they start teasing others about speed, skill, or who has the trendiest cleats. This is a group of kids learning the values of teamwork and good sportsmanship. Friendly competition is great, but being a brat? No thanks.
So there you have it, I’m a proud soccer mom. I love the game and the kids—yours and mine. You can find me on the sidelines, chatting with other moms, cheering for both teams, and upholding the belief that sports are a fantastic way to teach our kids how to be respectful, responsible individuals who can learn to believe in themselves just as much as we believe in them.
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Summary:
This article reflects the author’s journey as a proud soccer mom who embraces the chaos of youth sports with enthusiasm and positivity. From preparing snacks to cheering for all kids and advocating for good sportsmanship, the author highlights the importance of community and support in youth activities.