It’s the activity that moms everywhere love to hate.
It’s Saturday mornings sipping coffee on the sidelines of a cold soccer field. It’s the comedy of watching 12 little boys follow a white ball around the field in a beehive like formation. It’s the joy of seeing the look of excitement on a 7-year old’s face when he “almost makes a goal”. It’s the anguish of seeing the ball get by the same little boy wearing the green goalie’s jersey. And it’s the satisfaction of seeing a team of boys take pride in their accomplishments and show good sportsmanship despite having never won a game.
It’s the activity this mom loves. Period.
I miss those days