Soccer is Good for Us


I used to make fun of soccer moms. And now here I am one. If soccer is not your thing, click away now.  This is going to be a long, boring soccer post. I’m sorry.

The thing is, I’m proud of being a soccer mom now. It means so much more to me than just a bunch of girls running around on a field having fun. There’s strategy and teamwork and every game is a chance to overcome being shy and learn to be aggressive. It’s about taking risks. It’s about friendship outside of your usual comfortable bunch of school buddies. There is a lot of joking and laughing and playing but it’s also about paying attention and listening to directions but not listening too much to the wrong people (like certain mom’s screaming their heads off who don’t actually know how to play the game at all, ahem). It’s been a really interesting learning experience for both Bug and I.


I’m removing two paragraphs here. I don’t want to. I think they are important to the story of our journey with soccer but Bug is at the age where she is starting to worry about her friends reading this blog. So to respect her privacy I’m taking them out.


Her first season was kind of a disaster. She was on a ten-and-under team and she was the littlest one there. She’s naturally small so this was big-time scary for her because she was playing against girls who were twice her size and wearing training bras already. Plus, they’d been playing since they were four and five. She was at a big disadvantage. And she didn’t get the game. At all.  She stood on the field staring at the ball as it went flying past her. She didn’t have a clue.

Thankfully, her coach was an angel. He kept challenging her. He didn’t give up on her even when she kicked the ball the wrong way. He coaxed and cajoled her into playing and at the end of the season he gave her a trophy for most improved player. It was a golden moment for her. Not quite a turning point but it kept her going even though she hated playing. Sometimes she would cry before games and beg for us to take her off the team.

The other girls helped out a TON. They were all best buds. They made up nicknames for each other and they all doted on Bug. She was their littlest player. An underdog that even the strongest player would kick the ball to just to give her a chance. It was amazing to see how they took her under their wings.

Then that season ended and the really good players moved onto more advanced teams. It was hard to say goodbye to friends but life moves forward.

So we signed Bug up for another season, against her will. What mean parents we are!!  She was put on a new team with all new girls and two of her old team mates. She knew a little more about what was going on now and she wasn’t the littlest player anymore. But now there were new girls who were even better than the last girls. They were all about the game and not so much about joking and laughing.

I love her new team. They are lethal. There are girls on this team that only care about the ball. They are like those dogs who only care about playing fetch and will chase after a tennis ball until their heart gives out on them. The tricks these girls can do with their feet leave me with my mouth hanging open. Backwards, forwards, sideways…they probably dribble balls in their sleep. I love these girls! Best of all, they motion Bug to do this and that. There’s no standing on the field spacing out anymore. They demand that Bug plays her position. It’s amazing to watch. It’s peer pressure at it’s best.

Bug is naturally shy with the ball and wants to just do little passes to her teammates who are more aggressive but today the coach put her in an offensive position and pulled his good players back. We were pummeling the other team and I think he wanted to give them a break. And it’s always a good teaching move to put your weaker players in a position to better themselves. Bug mentally knows what to do but just hasn’t had the confidence UNTIL TODAY. It was just her up there and no buddies to pass to. I was a little afraid for her.


And then she took the ball!!  Oh, I was so proud of her!  She didn’t make a goal but she took the ball from her opponents (which she NEVER does) and she dribbled it down the open field for a good third of the field!!  You should have heard me screaming and yelling. I was falling all over myself excited. I almost fell out of my little squatty soccer mom chair!

I know parents of strong players will be rolling their eyes here but you have to understand, I’ve been cheering Bug on for not doing much for a very long time. So today when she did something aggressive it was very very exciting!

She lost the ball at the turn, right before the goal but it was still a great move.  I know she’s still got a ways to go before she’s a strong player but I see a glimpse. But even better than that, I know playing soccer is going to stick with her. I know she’ll be proud of it someday. She’s got the brains and the body to be a great player and maybe if she keeps going the way she is she’ll catch the fever to play like the other girls. That’s what I’m hoping.

And if she doesn’t ,well, that’s okay too. It’s taken her out of her comfort zone. It’s introduced her to a lot of new friends who are very different from her. It’s pushed her past her anxiety. It’s been good for both of us.

I think team sports are good for a myriad of things. It builds confidence and independence, teamwork and camaraderie…it just all-around helps with some difficult life lessons.  For some of us that’s learning that life isn’t just about getting the boys to like us (I speak for myself here too) or learning to take a risk when you think you aren’t any good at something. For some of us that’s just pushing through the difficult parts to get to the part where you are proud of what you’ve suffered for. Getting good at something takes time and it’s not easy. There are a lot of bad days and a lot of crying and skinned knees and tired cranky muscles…but if you can make it, it’s so so worth it. It’s something to be proud of.

I can’t wait until the day she scores a goal. That will be a very big deal.

Bug’s 9th Birthday Party : Skatery Funness!


I have to say that this 9th-Birthday Skating Party had the least fails (aka failures) of all the parties I have ever thrown. Maybe I’m learning a thing or two after all these years.  Most of this could be chalked up to the venue being awesome. The skating rink we picked is so laid back. All they really cared about was kids having fun. Which is how it should be!  There were no rules about much at all.

The other skating rink I checked out had rules about everything! A guest limit, adults couldn’t sit, you couldn’t bring in your own food, a short time limit etc etc… Whereas this rink was open to just about everything. We could walk on the rink and take photos (usually cameras and phones are not allowed, let alone people with shoes on instead of skates…), people could come and go, putting on skates, taking them off. There was no hard and fast rule about who was skating. In fact, I don’t even think they charged me for everyone who skated.  Parents skated, kids skated. It was great!

It was super laid back and cool. And that’s what I really need when it comes to party planning.


I’ve never wanted to have parties at venues like this before because I really love to decorate and get involved in every bit of the party process and they usually don’t let you. Usually you have to put up with their grocery store decorations and fresh-from-the-freezer pizza… You know me, I like to graphic-designer-it-up at every chance I get.

I still couldn’t decorate much, no disco ball, no glow-in-the-dark bracelets (it’s a well-lit outdoor rink), no crazy color-coded snacks or serve-yourself candy bar, I didn’t get to make a special birthday playlist of music… you know, all the things I normally do that are OVER-THE-TOP and RIDICULOUS.

It was good for me to not be ridiculous for a change.

I think that is where I go wrong on a lot of parties. I try to do too much and I lose sight of what’s important: that kids have fun.

That didn’t go wrong on this party. Everyone had fun. A LOT of fun. So much fun that they’ll be talking about it for days…I think this party has spawned a whole new crop of skaters and that is just all sorts of awesome. Not a bad business move on the part of the skating rink either.


There were some mean, lean, skating machines out there. I was so proud of Bug. I’m glad we put the time in ahead of time because she really knew what she was doing and taught all her friends how to skate too. There were a few kids who struggled and one girl actually cried and said skating was boring and she wanted to go home but her mom made her stick it out (great mom) and by the end of the party she was probably one of the most enthusiastic skaters out there. It just goes to show you that that you love what you suffer for. And maybe that is why skating is so fun!


It’s not easy when you start out. There was a lot of falling. So many kids just threw themselves down at the floor like they were made of rubber.

bugturns9-4Our neighbor, Lubna, was the queen of the floor.  She took big risks (skating on one foot, acting fancy…) and ate it regularly. It was great.


I even skated!


Then we had cupcakes. Bug’s special cupcakes that she orchestrated the color on.


Here are some pictures of the cupcakes from Saturday when we made them so you can appreciate her coloring skillz. That girl, she is such a fanatic about color.

So that’s that! What a great happy birthday party for a nine-year-old girl. I’d recommend this theme/venue/color scheme any day! It was a lot of fun!