Friday, October 21, 2011

Are you a Soccer Mom?

Are you a Soccer Mom?

I absolutely despise that question or term, actually I find it degrading, especially when used by politicians. I believe it places a stereotype on women, one in which I do not want. So NO, I am not a soccer mom but I am a Mom to many soccer players.

This year soccer season has been extremely eventful. We had a child playing in every league offered here on base, a 5/6, a 7/8, a 9/10 and a 11/14. Oh yes, each kid had their very own team. This meant 4 different practice schedules, 4 different game schedules, 4 different sets of teammates, and 4 different skill levels. The past 2 months have been terribly busy. We've spent 5 days a week on the soccer field and sometimes had 3 kids playing at one time or had 4 kids playing back to back. Exhausting. Exciting. Heart wrenching.

As a mom, if you know me, you know I can not see quietly on the sidelines. OH NO! Much to my children's despair, I was and still am the mom screaming, cheering, yelling and coaching in my non coaching chair. I was the one running up and down the sideline with camera in hand snapping once in a lifetime moments. Oh yes, my children pretty much hate that part. But that's OK, in the end they are all so happy I was there, so happy to see the pictures and videos and excited I got to be a part of it. That's the reason I will remain the happy, loud, obnoxious and loving mom that I am.

In the middle of the season Zulu was asked to step in on a 9/10 team to help them out after several season ending injuries. He was thrilled to do it. After 2 weeks it then became a permanent position. He was now playing for 2 teams, a 7/8 team and a 9/10 team. Of all my children, he is the one that could handle the extra stress to his body. He was the one that needed a bigger challenge. So then we had 5 different teams we were shuttling children to. The best part about the 5th team was that Zulu played Omega. Seeing your children play against each other in a sport they love and excel in was beyond incredible. I was a beaming Momma. I loved every minute of my babies on that field.

This year they all blossomed in their own little unique way. We saw all the boys score many goals. We watched Zero chase down the 6 foot tall kids and steal the ball. We saw Zulu become a stand out forward. We watched Omega grow into an unbeatable Fullback. We watched Ziggy tear up the competition as a top scorer. What a great year we had. Bring on the winter so we can get to more soccer next year.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

My heart

This morning after watching all the tributes to Steve Jobs my brain begin feverishly thinking, no its not a first. But really, seriously, I began to look at myself. What have I done? Have I followed my heart? Am I happy with my own job?

Those answers didn't come as a surprise. I feel I have followed my heart. The things I have done are small but I think they could and have made a larger impact on the lives of other people. My job is being a mother and a friend. I see and love on my kids everyday.

 My friends, well, that's what I miss. I have friends all over the world and the U.S. I like that part. What I don't like is not being able to help them in whatever minuscule way I can. When I think about these folks I get giddy inside. So giddy, that I want to clap my hands like Grandma Klump "Hercules, Hercules, Hercules" did in the Nutty Professor. Picture me saying "I love my friends, I love my friends, I love my friends". Oh yes, I love my friends that much. The very thought of them brings a smile to my face, even when I'm cleaning Ziggy pee off the floor and trashcan, I can smile thinking of those beautiful faces. Am I weird, probably! Most likely, but that is OK with me. Do I love my friends, more than ever. That is why this morning I am missing their simple company. Tea, coffee, crying babies or planting flowers, whatever we did together I miss. No, they are not dead. Not that kinda missing. The kind were you want to go back for just one more hour and hug them one more time and let them know they will be remembered, thought of, cared for and loved.

My heart is happy today, even as I wash the sheets and match all the unmatched socks. Those friends, don't make me name you, know who they are all around the world have made a lasting impression upon my life and today those memories are getting me through the lonely days and times I wish they were here. I really miss the silly jokes played on my family, Zeus in particular. I miss having a morning talk. I miss being asked Mommy questions. I miss doing crafts. Yeah, Its been a while since I made a pretty wreath or a diaper cake. I miss having my Christmas lights hung by standing on the back of a truck, yes we did that. Anyways, you get the point. Today my friends have taken on a new meaning. Thanks to Steve Jobs I am renewed in knowing that I am me and very happy to be me, whatever waist size, hair length or number of friends. I will continue to love no matter how "crazy" that sounds or looks like.

Friends, please know I love you all so deeply that you may never know the depth and enormity of those feelings. You are in my heart, you get me through the day and I love you.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Scarecrows and Corn and Hay Oh My!!!

What's the outside of your house like today?

Do you decorate?

Well, I've been doing a fun little decor myself over the years and each year is unique and different.

This year, well, see for yourself.

These are for you Rach!!!!