So out of the clear blue, Connor starts talking about wanting to play soccer. This began somewhere between turkey day and Festivus. This was surprising because we had offered many options for extracurricular activities in the past. You know, in case there was something he wanted to try out. But there never was until this came up.
I am not a sports person. I could care less about about playoffs and finals and whatnot. But I’m all about supporting my kid if he wants to try something.
But this soccer thing has really been an adjustment. For me.
First, I had to go buy one of those camping-type chairs that fold up and can be stowed in the trunk of my car. It will be in the trunk of my car until the day I get rid of this car, because I never have time to clean out my trunk. So I will always be ready to do some serious sitting around, in my fancy, foldable chair.
The next issue has been the weather. We haven’t had snow like most other places (don’t hate), but we’ve alternated between 50-degree days and 80-degree days. Every Saturday when we set up our spiffy chairs on the sidelines, it’s a toss-up as to whether I’ll need a blanket or sunscreen. Two weeks ago I froze my ass off, and had the sniffles for a week. Last weekend I forgot to sunscreen myself, and I went home and passed out for two-hours, with a sunburn and probably heat stroke.
Now let’s talk about bathrooms. I’m a 40-something (cough) mom with a bad back and a tiny bladder. This whole soccer game thing has really wreaked havoc with my bathroom schedule. They have bathrooms at the park, but like most park bathrooms, they are beyond disgusting. And usually they’re out of paper. And don’t take a chance on actually touching that seat. So I’ve got to bring my own paper and be some sort of contortionist to try and use the facilities. And I’ve got to be drinking something during the game, to ward off that heat stroke.
And apparently there is snack duty involved in sports. I guess each parent can’t just bring a snack for their kid. That would be too easy, especially since we all know what our own kids like. Nope. Each week we trade off being in charge of bringing snacks. So I’ve got to carry my folding chair, sunscreen, blanket, toilet paper, AND snacks.
All this, to watch some 2nd graders play soccer for an hour.
But you know what? I may have battled frostbite, heat stroke, dehydration, and filthy bathrooms, but it wasn’t all for naught.
I get to watch my son play as part of a team. And I got to see him score his first goal.
And he is having FUN.
But most importantly, he feels like he’s part of something. And for a boy that’s always been different, always struggled to fit in, it’s a BIG DEAL to be part of something.
It’s been worth every single discomfort.