Another Check On The List


I can now call my self a Soccer Mom, no the minivan is not next. I just can’t go that far.   Ian has completed his firs season of Ankle biters soccer, I love the name of his age group.  We had lots of ups and downs, some games he didn’t even play. He was there just preferred sitting on the sidelines.


I think we all learned something this spring season. Ian got exposed to kids his own age, even if he waasn’t always happy to be there. We learned that he plays better if I am not there.


His coach said that they will be coaching again in the fall and we can request them if we choose. I think we will, they were great with the kids.


Ian got his first trophy and he loves it. So my sports mom days are here, I know that it will a new adventure from here.


When I had no other option.

Ian woke up acting as if he was still tired and after a few hours of meltdowns, no listening, and tears. Someone on twitter recommend taking a walk. So off we went. It was meant to be a short jaunt to the park not a 1/4 mile from our house. After we started I couldn’t think of stop that soon. We went to the park about a mile from our house.




We didn’t plan to go that far, I was wearing flip flops and all we have is a sit and stand stroller but it was nice and we all came back in a better mood.

From now on.

  • No matter their age, I will always hug my boys tight. 
  • Tell them I love them as we say good bye. 
  • Let them live their lives to the fullest.
  • Be a mother who cares. 
  • Try to be more patient. 
  • Love them at their worst. 
  • Love them at their best.   

If you follow me on twitter you may already know that this week has been  a rough one (those aren’t adequate words) for two families I am close too. Both lost a son one was 3.5 months old and the other 23.  So my heart has been heavy this week with worry for my boys. I want to never take them for granted, and to cherish all the moments the good and THE BAD.

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