I found some interesting definitions of a soccer mom in the internet. In the Urban Dictionary, one said, soccer moms are “the only people who have no real purpose in life other than to pick up their children from school, take them to an after school program, (Karate,Soccer,Baseball, Football)and to be the trophy wife of a husband that hardly spends time with his kids.” I found that funny and crude. Wikipedia defines the soccer mom as “a middle-class suburban woman who spends a significant amount of her time transporting her school-age children to their youth sporting events or other activities. This is such a plain and boring definition.
I am a soccer mom. Let me define this in terms of what we actually do as soccer moms.
During trainings, I make sure my son has the right uniform, a water jug with sufficient water supply, towels and change of clothes and his protective gear called the shin guards. Trainings usually last for two hours. Like people who strive for excellence, consistency is important for a soccer player. As we both work on attending his training consistently, I ensure that he embraces diligence in his studies. It is important that his academic turn ins are still met the next day even after a rigid training.
During games, I usually bring a middle sized cooler with lots of refreshments for a whole day tournament, my son’s soccer bag with his athletic gear, a portable chair and the much-needed umbrella. I also bring fruits and some food to share with other moms and for the kids’ trainors. Of course, some fees have to be paid, as well. When soccer matches commence, my heart is clutched in a way I cannot define. I always say a little prayer that the kids be kept safe and protected as they enjoy the game. I shriek happily at his victory. I run to embrace him tighter after each loss. I help him get up after every fall. I challenge his strength when I see him complacent.
I never asked to be a soccer mom. But one of my most incredible milestones as a mother happened when I seized the role of being one. I discovered my son’s passion. I saw him find his happiness. Like most parents, I exposed him to varied things — music lessons, swimming, art classes, taekwondo and soccer. With soccer, he was different. As he was clingy to me at a tender age, I saw him lose himself whenever he played. In the soccer field, he was oblivious to me. His laugh was a little louder. His smiles were bigger. For a time, I saw him eat, live and breathe soccer. To support his passion — it was a natural calling for a mom.
What do I hope to get out of this? I am not bent on creating a soccer superstar (although that would be really nice, wouldn’t it?). One of my hopes and dreams as a mother is to be able to hold my son’s hand as he takes on a journey towards his passion. Being a soccer mom has allowed me to do that. Half of the dream is already there. As we move along, I fervently hope that his passion for the sport will make him stronger and more prepared for life.
As he grows with the sport he loves, I hope to grow too as a mother. I have grown as a soccer fan the past year. It doesn’t hurt to realize that while the sport is actually exciting to watch, soccer players like Beckham and Ronaldo are actually really handsome and hot! More than that though, I feel I have grown alongside with my son with both of us learning. We both agree that while making the goal is important, the journeys and attempts to making that goal is just as important.
And to define, a soccer mom is one of the most basic symbols of a mom’s involvement in her child’s life. She is the ultimate supporter of a young life’s passion. More than sunscreen and an umbrella, she is armed with life’s most beautiful virtues — patience, love, discipline, courage, loyalty and faith.
This post is in line with the homework for the Write On Mom workshop,an inspiring and insightful writing workshop facilitated by The Dainty Mom.