I Am A Soccer Mom
A soccer mom shares an enlightening story that will bring a smile and inspiration to your life.
Taken from: Be the Sunshine. Text copyright © 2013 by Angela Thomas. Artwork copyright © 2013 by Christine Adolph. Published by Harvest House Publishers. Eugene, Oregon. www.harvesthousepublishers.com . Used by Permission. Not to be reproduced.
I am a soccer mom. Bona fide. I have soccer-mom earrings and a soccer-ball bracelet, soccer chairs and a soccer cooler, and all the tailgate accoutrements that make soccer viewing a joy. Nothing makes me happier than sitting in my soccer-mom chair beside a grassy field watching my boy shine.
I’m not sure how it happened, but my boy William was given soccer-boy talent straight from the hand of God. I know his skills came from God because no one else we’re related to even knows what a penalty kick is, much less how to play like a fiend.
On a good day, William is a great player and a team leader. He is a true delight to watch. But on this particular afternoon, the visiting team was creaming our team, and my thirteen-year-old son was becoming more and more defeated. As the minutes dragged on, I watched his shoulders slump. He ran at half speed. He didn’t run toward the ball or try to energize his teammates. He hung his head as if to say, Please let this end as soon as possible.
As his mom, I had had about all I could take. Even though I was in the stands, I could feel my kid giving up. That wasn’t what the coach wanted, and it certainly wasn’t how we had taught him. I wanted him to keep playing with his heart until the end.
I kept patting my husband’s arm and telling him what needed to happen. “The coach just needs to sit William down if he’s going to play like that… If he’s going to give up when they’re down, then maybe he doesn’t need to play soccer… I ought to walk out there and tell him we’re going home.” I was frustrated to say the least.
At one point in the game, the play came to our side of the field. Most of the players had gathered at our side, near the fence in front of our bleachers. During a lull in the game and while the referee was waiting for substitutions, William just happened to be standing at the fence right in front of where I was sitting.