On Saturday we returned to these now-familiar, still-quite-strange roles that we have as Soccer-Parents.
I'm not exagerating when I tell you that there were a thousand thirty-something parents and it seemed like just as many minivans and SUVs swarming about this bright green utopia we call Youth Soccer.
We found fresh eyes in the fom of our friend Linda who was a novitiate. "I was seeing all of these parents carrying these long vinyl bags in the parking lot and I thought - are those tents? What do they all have? Then I get over here and everybody's setting up on the sidelines...why didn't anybody tell me that we all were bringing matching canvas fold up chairs. And nobody told me that we had to have seperate water bottles for every member of the family!"
Sorry, Linda. You won't believe how quickly this world becomes imperceptible second nature....
The first game was a brutal defeat, but we have hope and we'll be ready to shout it from the sidelines again next week -- if our vocal chords heal from this week...
