March 11, 2013
I feel like I’m letting my children down.
Well, let me be more clear, because, yeah, I probably let them down for a number of reasons on a given day.
No, you can’t have yogurt, because, it’s basically ice cream.
None of your friends are outside, go play with your brother.
No you can’t be pants-less all day.
These cookies are mommy-cookies. Not for kids.
But I’m specifically talking about sports.
I’ve raised a couple of non-athletic children. Try throwing a ball at them. It’s like they have their eyes closed, and they’re underwater. The ball just hits them in the face. It’s basically like throwing a ball at my grandma. And my kids don’t even ride bikes. MY KIDS DON’T RIDE THEIR BIKES! Every kid is supposed to ride their bikes, but my kids are all, meh, about it. See? Letting them down.
I feel like I have to say something about this. My kids aren’t really intersted in riding their bikes, but we do go on three-mile hikes just about every weekend. So in my brain, that makes it alright.
Plus, you can’t really do this while riding your bike:
So then there’s the sports thing. I keep missing the sign ups for soccer. Every year, without fail for the past 3 years, I have missed the sign ups. But I think it’s partially Freudian. Because deep down I don’t want to be a soccer mom. I don’t want to cart around a cooler filled with Capri Suns and oranges slices. I don’t want to drag my lawn chair with me and watch a bunch of wildly uncoordinated 6 year-olds chase a ball down a field. And I don’t want to make friends with the other soccer moms. I don’t want to engage in small talk about how Sophie’s mom makes her daughter’s bows to match her jersey. Or talk to Maddison’s mom about about Maddy’s peanut allergy. Blurg.
But I think I have to suck it up, because Hudson is very interested in joining a soccer team.
High Fiver, because he’s too young this year.
Which means I have one more year to enjoy before I have to lug around a cooler and my tri-fold lawn chair. The plastic tubes one. Neon pink. So my kids can spot me.
Capri Sun anyone?