I love Saturday mornings. I get a thrill out of watching my six-year-old daughter run around the soccer field with her friends and aim for the goal posts.
We are warned about sleepless nights, sore boobs and the terrible 3’s. But what about all the fabulous moments a mom has with her kid? All the amazing firsts ~ these special moments with sports and activities when you just want to jump out of your skin and scream from the top of your lungs, “I LOVE BEING YOUR MOM!”
I’m not quite sure what it is, can’t really put my finger on it. I just love the sidelines of soccer. Nope, I wasn’t a sports star (but I did dance.) You just get this feeling like, “Do you see my kid out there? Trying her best, learning a sport? Being all independent?” I am so proud of her. She is having fun, but I’m having more fun watching her and her teammates. God, I love Saturday mornings. Thank GOD she had a change of heart and decided to sign up for season two. Is this why I had you?
Who’s with me? Do these moments on the sidelines just get better? What is this called? I absolutely love the thrill. Stay tuned for dance recital news ~ watching my kid on stage ~ that should be pretty damn good too.