I'm A Soccer Mom

Owen had his first soccer game yesterday. He did really well. He made a great pass and took out a kid on the other team who was trying to score. We were proud of him. Apparently we didn't get the memo about how loud and excited we were supposed to be at the game. We sat in the bleachers with the other parents on our team and they didn't stop yelling the entire game. Now in fairness we're not really "yelling" people at sporting events.  We're also not really soccer people so it is hard to yell when you're not completely sure of the rules. I was kind of surprised by how "into" the game everyone was. I mean they are only 5 and 6 year olds. Well, at the end of the game both Jeff and I were completely stunned. All of the parents walked down from the bleachers and onto the field. I just figured they were going to get their kids. Boy was I wrong. Next thing I know every parent has lined up putting their hands together, forming a "spirit tunnel" for each team to run through. Jeff and I were still sitting on the bench. I guess that memo got lost too. I'm sure it is a morale boost for the kids, but it seemed silly to me. All I could think of was how ridiculous my brother would have found the whole thing. Hey Dev, maybe you and the other parents could form a tunnel for Luke's team to skate through! All in all it was a good day. Owen had a good time and that is why we signed up for soccer. I'm just not sure I'm cut out to be a soccer mom. Especially if I'm secretly chuckling about all the fuss and excitement.