So it begins: the trials and tribulations (and the utter horror) of being a soccer mom. We decided to enroll the twins in soccer this year and we just had our first practice/game the other day. Here I am with my little folding canvas chair, all ready to cheer on my little players!!
First things first, Kierra decides she does not want to wear her jersey. You'd think it was covered in thorns or something. She decided she'd rather wear her own shirt *sigh*. We get to the field and there is about 6 teams assembled there. She spies a team with florescent green tops (theirs are forest green) and she decides she'd rather play with them. Again *sigh* - so she's crying because we won't let her join their team.
The coach gets things rolling, and Jenna is having a ball. She's of course velcroed herself to the coach (she always does this with adults). She's doing pretty well actually and seems to be having good fun. Kierra, on the other hand, is standing there crying. She doesn't want to do drills, and a woman takes pitty on her and gives her a cookie. First off, let me say I hate it when people pity my kid. It's pretty obvious she's not typical... but acting like a bratt is acting like a bratt. You don't reward someone for a tantrum. But finally Kierra decides she wants to kick the ball, and participates a little. Cue starting a little game between teams.
Kierra doesn't want to play with the other kids. Jenna is good until other kids outrun her or take the ball from her. You can literally see her big mouth at the end of the field crying. I mean bawling. We try to explain to her that this is part of the game. Nope, every time she gets the ball taken from her the big mouth at the end of the field is crying. I'm so embarrassed by this point; but wait it gets better. Kierra STEALS a cookie from that woman who gave her one earlier. OMG seriously - did I mention how proud of my kids I am at this point? Karis is crying now, because she missed her nap and is super cranky.
Finally we put Jenna in goal, and she does really well. Unfortunately her own team member scored on her three times (at least I wasn't the only embarrased parent out there). Not to mention the kid that refused to be called by his name, because he prefered "Ace" instead. Finally after one long, mind-numbing hour, it's over. Jenna and Kierra both bawling. Karis crabbing at me as we try to lug them back to the van. Then Jenna proceeds to fall on the sidewalk. Once Karis realizes where we are going (home to bed) she's screaming. Honestly we were a walking advertisement for using condoms, the pill and anything else birth control.
And guess what the best part is??? We get to do it all over again next Tuesday!! I love being a soccer mom!