today i took my son to his first soccer game.
cliff note version: he resisted.
his fight to ‘not play’ lasted a few minutes longer than i thought (and if you know aaron at all–you KNOW he can put on some LONG fits!) and i must admit that the high temps and the sun blaring did add to his frustration and fear of this strange game i was forcing him to play.
he did a great job blending in with the kids and jumping into the action. i was proud of him. and then i found myself falling into the pattern of becoming ‘one of those moms’ yelling spiritedly (and loudly-we are not a quiet family) for my son to “follow the ball” lugging my huge DSLR, snapping photos when i know that the light is terrible. at times i looked around to see if anyone was repulsed by my obnoxiousness. i did get a few glares but nothing too significant. all in all–it was a lesson in culture shock. but it was a fun lesson.
we are now official ‘soccer parents’ and, now I know to tone it down… just a little bit.