A trip down memory lane. This was my big boy back in 2005.
......I just realised that I'm what you would call a 'Soccer Mom'.. to my lads!
n. An American mother living in the suburbs whose time is often spent transporting her children from one athletic activity or event to another.
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
It's Saturday... and that means soccer...... soccer, soccer, soccer.... three matches today... school and club.
Actually it all starts on Friday nights, with hubby's match, in the over 35's 'old cronies league'.....even though after 7 knee reconstructions... he should not be playing... at all. What were his surgeon's exact words?.... "and definitely no more soccer". Hmmm, 10 weeks after that conversation (and latest whopping operation... and just off the crutches) he strapped on a knee brace (that cost more than all our airfares combined) and skiied his heart out. I am bracing myself for the phone call that will come on a Friday night.... when my babies are tucked up in bed..... and I am required at a hospital somewhere. Why did we move back to Australia in 2000, with such haste, from living in Vanuatu?.... soccer injury...medical treatment....... he played in the 'Old Hebs' (Hebrides) team. Yep, I got the phone call on a Friday night in Vanuatu. And what could I do with one sleeping baby.... sort of living in a jungle... in the middle of nowhere.... with no car? He's foolish?.... yes... but it's his passion.... his joy... and his only real indulgence...I just grit my teeth every Friday night when he joyously skips out the door.
So I'm off to barrack for the next generation of knee surgeries... deck chair, insect repellant, sunscreen, hat - check.
Have a great Saturday!
Little tacker, before he was old enough to play. He must have been only 2 here... boy time flies. I remember that day vividly!