If you’ve ever crossed paths with me, “soccer mom” might not be the first label you’d slap on me. With my background in art school and a penchant for all things nerdy, I’ve often been dubbed a free-spirited or homesteading mom. However, since my child has joined our local sports league for some autumn fun, I proudly embrace the role of a soccer mom.
Every Saturday morning, I drag my whole family to the community rec center to cheer on my oldest as they learn the ins and outs of dribbling and kicking. Around me, various moms are engaged in their own activities. There’s the mom who lounges in a chair, scrolling through social media, the volunteer coach passionately directing the kids while ruffling some feathers among other parents, and the PTA mom who’s busy socializing with her fellow committee members.
And then, there’s me.
I’m the mom who cheers enthusiastically for every child on the field, not just my own. These kids, ranging from kindergarten to second grade, are just starting to navigate friendships, tie their shoelaces, and realize that the big net is a goal, not a secret hideout, as some boys thought last week.
I’m the mom who brings exciting snacks for the team, even when it’s not a requirement (and yes, I might annoy a few other moms). My trusty backpack is filled to the brim with treats, Band-Aids, extra water, baby wipes, and sunscreen. No one asks for these items, but I like to be prepared.
I’m also the mom who actively tries to connect with other parents, including the quieter ones. It’s in my nature to be curious, so why not take this chance to bond with the families of my child’s friends?
And let’s be clear—I have no qualms about calling out parents who are overly aggressive, yelling at the coaches. Seriously, what’s the point? These coaches are volunteers, and the kids are too young and inexperienced to warrant that level of drama. So, let’s all take a deep breath.
I’m also the mom who will firmly tell overzealous coaches that peewee soccer isn’t the time to treat it like a professional league. No one needs that stress—it’s just kids having fun!
Furthermore, I’m the mom who rallies around those little ones who miss a goal and are visibly upset. They’re just learning, and I believe in cheering on every single player. I’m not advocating for participation trophies, but can we agree that encouraging all kids is essential? Their efforts and teamwork are what truly count.
I’m the mom who reminds my child (and probably yours too) to cool it when they start teasing others about speed or skills. This is a group of kids learning teamwork, cooperation, and good sportsmanship. Sure, a little friendly competition is fine, but being a sore loser is not okay.
So there you have it—I am a proud soccer mom. I enjoy the game and cherish all the kids—yours and mine. You’ll find me on the sidelines, chatting with other moms, cheering for both teams, and advocating for the idea that sports can teach our children to become respectful, responsible individuals who can learn to believe in themselves as much as we believe in them. If you’re curious about related topics, check out this article on home insemination kit or explore couples’ fertility journeys, which are excellent resources for understanding this journey. You can also find valuable information on fertility here.
In summary, I embrace my role as a proud soccer mom, supporting all kids on the field while fostering a positive environment for teamwork and sportsmanship.