For those of you with school age children – what are your summers like? Are they a time to explore new interests, further develop skills and pad college applications? Are your children busy with summer jobs or camps? Maybe they’re already tackling their summer reading lists to get a jump on things for fall. All good things I suppose.
Around my house, though, things don’t look quite like that. My oldest son has been busy re-watching episodes of Murder She Wrote and mastering the art of making omelets. He also has a part-time unpaid internship set to begin in another week or so and I know he is looking forward to that experience. Liam also learned recently how to pay by phone for Chinese food when I forgot to bring my wallet when I picked up the Chinese food, which meant he needed to call in my credit card information. I think that’s an important life lesson, don’t you?
The middle guy has been occupied with playing lacrosse and watching the World Cup. He’s been working on his game, both on and off the field, and I had a weird sense of pride when I saw his photo in a recent Seen gallery shot at Wolff’s Biergarten. He was rocking his red, white and blue and appeared completely comfortable taking in the match while surrounded by beer-fueled adults. I believe he finally may now understand that spending a little time each day doing homework eliminates the need to spend 10 more months taking Spanish 2 because you failed the class with a 62.5. My walk last night with Jeter also taught him that I may just unexpectedly come around the corner when he is out hanging with his friends in the neighborhood – a good lesson for him to absorb, don’t you think?
As for my youngest, well, this week he mastered making his own pbj and has been taking even bigger steps towards independence. Last weekend, for instance, he attended an afternoon birthday party a couple of blocks away and walked home solo. Sort of. The birthday girl’s mom texted when he was leaving and there may have been an older cousin who walked him partially home. The bottom line is he felt a sense of accomplishment and independence. That is the kind of summer enrichment I’m looking for.
Summer, for me, is a time to catch up on things – some tasks around the house, a few books I’ve been meaning to get to and visiting friends I don’t often get to spend time with during the school year. How about you?
How was your Sunday? Mine was wonderfully insane, thank you very much. Why, you ask? Well, I spent my day selling mugs and beer tokens down at Wolff’s Biergarten, which may not sound very fun to those of you who aren’t into crowds or soccer, but it was right up my alley. There were hundreds (thousand+?) of folks sporting red, white and blue looking to have a great time on a gorgeous day. What could be bad about that?
While the match may not have ended soon enough for team USA to walk away with a win rather than a tie, it was still a fantastic day. I’ll be working a number of additional shifts in the next few weeks and hope you all make it down to take in a match and indulge in some tasty beer and a scene unlike you’ll find anywhere for this event.
For the uninitiated, here’s how it works: for $20 bucks you get a 1 liter plastic stein and 2 beer tokens. The tokens are good for .5 liters of beer so you can fill your mug fully once or halfway twice, your call. Personally, I’d go with the halfway twice because I like my beer cold and I like to wander between the Biergarten and the Bier Tent. Since taking beer from one location to the other isn’t permitted, you’d probably want to enjoy a beer in both places to catch the full scope of fandom. Need more beer? Additional tokens are $7 each or 3 for $20 and the tokens don’t expire. Speaking of not expiring – your stein will get you entry into any and all subsequent games so make sure you hold on to it. Bring it with you for any matches during the World Cup and you get in without any additional charge.
So, there you have it. Soccer, bier, peanuts. Come get some.
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?
A typical autumn Saturday…
Albany Youth Soccer – Team Metroland
A cold morning moderated by sunshine and running around a field.
He got a piece of it!
Then it was off to All Good Bakers…
…for a couple of tasty baguettes to accompany the fantastic cheese I selected from my new neighbor, The Cheese Traveler. I went with a raw cow’s milk washed rind (washed with beer!) cheese from Vermont called Inspiration. Why not, right?
So many choices – make sure you have some time for tasting and talking!
Maybe next time I’ll pick up some high quality beef or pork…
Legs in photo not included.
And I am thrilled to know that there are some gourmet sundries available a 2 minute walk away!
Maldon sea salt! Balsamic vinegar! Produce to come soon.
Then it was down to Chatham for a house party hosted by one of the brewers from Chatham Brewing…
Did you know they are expanding operations? Lucky us!
I went with the Oktoberfest – delicious!
How fortunate we Capital District Region residents are to be able to expose our children to organized activities like AYSO, eat foods thoughtfully prepared and selected and swill quality beer made locally? There’s nothing loco about local! Go get some.
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Although I wouldn’t admit it to just anyone, I don’t mind sharing with you that I’m a soccer mom. Albeit a reluctant one. My inability to completely embrace this persona probably is the result of a few factors, things like I don’t drive a minivan. Or 100% understand the rules of the game or the various positions on the field. And, maybe, just maybe, I get a little resentful of the demands on my life as I try to manage the practice and game commitments of two players essentially by myself due to my husband’s work schedule. But, the little guy loves it and my middle guy craves a competitive outlet and I find soccer to be a more appealing option than some of the other past times with which he would find himself involved. As I often remind him kiddingly, it’s what keeps him out of juvie.
Fall season is barely underway and already it’s time to try out for indoor travel soccer. That’s the way this sport is – there are opportunities to play essentially year round. Now, the outdoor season has definite advantages over the winter season. Aside from the fact that the evening practices occur when it is still light out, I really prefer being outside in the fresh air rather than in a stuffy school gym or under an Afrim’s
bubble. Last week’s game allowed me an opportunity to sit in the grass for an hour or so and enjoy being outdoors. Something kind of weird happened, though. As I alternated my attention between the book
I was reading and the clump of 5 year-olds clustered around the ball with feet flying, I became conscious of a voice requesting “Serenity.” Of course, I interpreted this almost-chant as some sort of new-age exercise in personal centering, a la Seinfeld
, but somehow the tone was all wrong – too impatient, not beckoning enough to achieve the desired state. But then I realized that Serenity was not in fact a personal aspiration for the speaker, but was instead the name of her child – the child she was dealing with in a decidedly unserene
I try to not measure my successes and failures as a person, and/or parent, by any yardstick other than my own, but when I witness that type of irony, it is difficult to resist. And when I received a beautiful candle this week as a birthday present, a candle who’s scent was called Serenity, I thought of this other struggling mom and wished there were a way for me share my gift of serenity with her. Because we’re all ultimately on the same team, aren’t we?