Child #1's soccer team (yes, I am a Soccer Mom & proud of it) is in the town's competition. Tomorrow he plays a double header & that will determine if he goes to the Championship on Sunday.
Why am I more nervous than he is? Why do I cheer like a maniac on the sidelines? Why am I waving the pompons (he wanted his little sister to dress like a cheerleader) like a middle-aged cheerleader? And why am I printing this entry in Sting colors?
Because I want him to be happy. Because I'm his mom.
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