I guess you can say that I do not qualify as a soccer mom. An Irish dance mom, for sure, but not a soccer mom. We did get our feet wet with soccer ten years ago, when Moira was in first grade. We had a lovely coach, great kids and a convenient playing field just beyond our own backyard. We routinely went to the practices and games each week. Moira bounced around the field, smiling, occasionally waving to us when she saw we had the camera in hand. She loved the treats that were faithfully passed out at the end of each game. I think she actually kicked the ball once or twice that season. However, when the season came to an end we decided it just wasn't Moira's thing. How did we know? Well, when I asked her if she'd like to continue on and play again the next year her response was, "Well, Mom, it was fun, but I just don't think I can play for the same team again because the socks don't match the uniform." A classic Moira comment. We then found
her thing, Irish dancing, and the next three girls followed in her footsteps. It has actually been so nice to have only one or two locations for the lessons for all four girls. Thankfully, with Irish dance, there has not been a lot of running around.
Then comes Aidan. He is not interested in Irish dancing. We decided it was time to try out an outside interest and soccer seemed to be the easy and best choice. So, every Saturday moring this fall, off he goes to soccer. So far he is enjoying it very much. The coach is great, when he shows up. And the dads who fill in when the coach does not show up are awesome too!
Here's Aidan, sporting some Brett Favre Viking purple :)
