I've prided myself in managing to escape the "Soccer Mom" years. Not being a "Soccer Mom" wasn't a path I insisted on or overtly encouraged, I think I just got lucky. I remember standing on a cold and rainy field not once, not twice but three times for each of my children as toddlers playing soccer in the wee hours on an English morning. The atmosphere was wonderful. We parents watched the action while commiserating abut our shared circumstance. We felt sympathetic towards each other and celebrated any achievement on the field together. We shared our thermoses of coffee. We felt a kinship. I must say I liked that.
I never experienced the sideline atmosphere while watching an older child play soccer but imagined it might be different from the toddler years when just lying down on the field was cute. Aside from one isolated Fall as a middle school "Football Mom" I have escaped the sideline experience entirely...until tonight.
All is well, all is calm this evening when suddenly my high school senior daughter announces she has joined the "Quidditch" team and that soon she will be playing matches. I see in her eyes and hear in her voice that she is luring me to become a "Quidditch Mom." I'm slightly stunned tonight because I have managed to not be a sports Mom of any sort for an extended period of time to only find that now in my final "High School" hours I am to be a "Quidditch" Mom? I appreciate that this sport is not exactly mainstream but it seems to still require an appearance on a field and quite possibly on a field on a cold and rainy morning. How funny to now be in my 12th year of high school with my youngest very very close to graduation only to have a "Quidditch" team enter my life. Yes, I had o google it.
Perhaps this is just a moment to reflect on my good fortune to date. I can recreate the scenario from many years ago and once again bring a thermos of mediocre coffee to a cold and rainy field and stand among my peers. Go "Quidditch" team..woo!
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