Ode to Soccer Moms

Never, ever in my life did I imagine myself being a soccer Mom. Growing up in Queens, we played softball, basketball and football, but soccer was unheard of. Must’ve been the concrete playgrounds and schoolyards that discouraged soccer games. Did I ever think I would be driving a minivan with window paint saying “Go Lady Jaguars!” or “#87 Rocks!”? Would I be wearing a Soccer Mom T-shirt that proclaims “We Y our girls! Never in a million years.

But while I’m on the sidelines screaming at the refs because the other team pushed our kids, I am joined in this insane harmony by…

Other soccer moms.

These ladies that I now call my friends.

After a Girl’s Night Out in NYC a few months ago, on the LIRR coming home, I realized something- none of these women piss me off. If you know me, you know I get pissed off very easily! But our personalities mesh with each other. They’re thoughtful. Mandy brought me a stress frog, fat free candy and a candle during a period of teenage angst in our house this past week. They’re kind, always quick with a hug when you need it. They don’t judge. If you don’t want to wear makeup to the soccer game, they don’t ask if you’re sick, or make snide remarks. They buy you coffee. They take you kids for the whole day, feed them and never comment on their bad habits. They give you sweatpants when you need them. They invite you to see the Rachel Ray show, and insist they won’t go in without you when the folks there say they can only scrounge up 3 tickets and you offer to go back to work. They support you and listen to you when you have doubts about how you’re raising your children.

I haven’t had many good female relationships. In grade school, Maryellen and Virginia and I were BFF. Through high school, I had close friends, but they turned out to be toxic. I’m extremely lucky to find these soccer moms. They don’t even get mad when we do this to their vans for their birthdays:


And their kids. These are the kids I blogged about a few weeks ago when MR and I took them to the Medieval Fair. When Zombiegirl and the other girls get together, their giggling is infectious. She’ll have them as friends for a long time- through high school. Which is great, because then I get to keep their moms.

Love you guys! You are awesome! Go Lady Jaguars!

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