Do you remember that movie Kicking and Screaming? I think I lost the dvd in the divorce, but remember it as being about a kids’ soccer team and it was cutely funny. Well, let me tell you something, being a soccer mom isn’t remotely amusing. Practice three days a week and double-header games that begin at 7:50 on Saturday night are not cutely funny to me at all. As a matter of fact, they’re really annoying and inconvenient. Why are 13 year-olds beginning games at 9:20 pm? Is the dome in Latham that heavily scheduled, and if so, shouldn’t some thought be given to building another one in addition to the two already in use?
I understand that team sports are a positive influence in my (any) child’s life, but I guess I’m a little new to the game. I was pretty active as a kid, yet I don’t recall playing on any teams outside of school other than a softball team when I was a teenager – and I walked the 2+ miles to practice and games. Uphill, both ways, naturally. I don’t use my own mother as a yardstick for appropriate parental involvement, but don’t recall her ever coming to one of my games – or my even anticipating seeing her sitting in the bleachers. It just wasn’t expected.
These days, as Griffin follows a 90 minute morning practice with 3 consecutive afternoon/evening games kicking off at 4:40, I wonder how parents with multiple children with multiple activities do it. Do they drive minivans because they actually sleep in them? Is it that the parents have completely yielded their lives to managing their children’s lives? I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in doing that. Call me selfish if you will, but 5 hours of soccer leaves me wanting to do a little kicking and screaming of my own. Where are my cleats?