So Sunday in my City was Easter Sunday.
Never in a million years did I ever imagine that I would become a soccer mum. Sure I imagined that at some stage one of the kids would play a team sport and that I would inevitably be the taxi driver that got them to the games but I didn’t really imagine it would happen any time soon. Well all that has changed, girl-child has joined a sporting team and now I am officially a soccer mum. What is even more bizarre is that I actually enjoyed it! Who would have thought watching a bunch of under 9 girls run around a soccer pitch would be interesting let alone enjoyable? It was pretty serious stuff with each team having a captain, coach, assistant coach, medical person and a manager! Despite not actually knowing the rules, I was cheering as loud as the other parents in the crowd and loving it. I don’t imagine that girl-child will ever bend it like Beckham (that is the true extent of my soccer knowledge!) but she did have a great time, and she looked so cute in her oversized uniform!
Bear with me now as we journey into suburbia as I post photos to commemorate girl-child’s first ever soccer match.
The scores were 2 – 0 at half time, we were 0. Somehow we came back and before we knew it the scores were tied. (Wow – I have already slipped into soccer-mum speak talking about the team as WE, as if I was a part of it!) The final scores were 3 – 3. An awesome result for a gorgeous little team.
I am so proud of my little soccer