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Soccer Mom


So....I'm officially a soccer mom. Yeah. I had always told Diva that she could play soccer when she was 5. My secret hope was she would lose interest and/or forget about it. She didn't. We are a soccer family now.

She is on a team with 6 girls. Two friends of mine who are the moms to 2 other players volunteered to be the teams coaches. Why not me? Ha!! I don't know the first thing about soccer. I just learned 3 weeks ago it's called "dribbling" when you kick the ball with your foot across the field (I'm sure my friend Mike the Soccer Coach is dying as he is reading this because I'm sure he reads all my blog posts.). Oh gosh. I don't have a clue. Diva practices on Wednesday evenings at her school. Mr. Mayer takes her to practice because I can't fit my stroller through the gate. Oh darn :) I was informed when she came home last Wednesday after practice that none of the other girls wear their shin guards to practice. Whoops. I made Diva wear hers. I didn't know she didn't need to. Diva was quick to correct me and tell me that she will not be wearing hers to practice this week.
The first game went as I expected. It was cold. The girls ran in a heard. It's kind of cute to watch. Diva's friend Sophia made a goal for the team. The other team was bigger than our girls, had been playing together for over a year and had even played indoor soccer together in the off season. You can imagine who won the game. Our girls had a great time anyway.
Diva's second game was this past Saturday. It was even colder and earlier this time. My least favorite part of soccer. Diva had announced to us before we left for the game that "I'm going to make a score today." Okay. You do that. We get to the field. Warm up. Game starts. This time it's a little more evenly matched. The girls are all about the same size and have about the same experience. We still lost, but Diva made a score. It was a very proud moment~for both of us. She thought she was a very big deal. I was so happy for her.

This week will be much of the same. Practice on Wednesday (without shin guards!) and a game on Saturday. Hopefully it won't be as cold. The Dudes do alright at the games. They are a little protected from the wind in their stroller and stay somewhat warm. As long as I can keep them supplied with snacks they will sit there happily and watch the girls play soccer. Shrek is quick to let me know when they run out of snacks.

I'm not sure how long Diva will stick with this soccer thing. I was toying with an idea of competitive cheer at her gymnastics place this last week (I have decided against it!!). I casually asked Diva if she had her choice between cheer and soccer what would she choose. She chose cheer. I asked why and she said "Soccer is kinda hard to do." Oh little girl. If you only knew.
The teams name is oddly appropriate I think. The other girls are as prissy as mine. The name they chose....The Diva's.

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