The house is silent in this Saturday morning, except for the heavy breathing of children tangled up in bedclothes sprawled unselfconsciously across their beds (at least one of them is drooling, I know it without looking).
I'm up early because today is the big day, the day I thought would never come, secretly hoped would never come.
In just a little bit over an hour, my son has his first soccer game.
Like it or not, that makes me a soccer mom.
And I'm not sure that's who I want to be a soccer mom, so I consider sneaking back to bed, letting them all sleep late, tangled in their sheets drooling (happily).
I have a few more sips of coffee left, so I sit here in the almost silent house considering soccer, Saturday mornings, and other life changing things.
I'm up early because today is the big day, the day I thought would never come, secretly hoped would never come.
In just a little bit over an hour, my son has his first soccer game.
Like it or not, that makes me a soccer mom.
And I'm not sure that's who I want to be a soccer mom, so I consider sneaking back to bed, letting them all sleep late, tangled in their sheets drooling (happily).
I have a few more sips of coffee left, so I sit here in the almost silent house considering soccer, Saturday mornings, and other life changing things.
