musings of a soccer mom
So, Gentry has been on a soccer team for about a month. He is three, so I was not really expecting much. Good thing, because although he is darling and the moral builder for the team, he never scored a goal and he kicked the ball about once per game. I don’t really care though. He was the boy who would go and give hugs to the other players and make sure they were ok when they fell down. When someone would get a goal, he would start yelling and giving high fives. Really, I think he did a perfect job and I am so proud that he was such a good team player.
The thing is, some of those parents were crazy. And if you read this and are offended, do not even think that I care. Becuase, um, hello, our kids are three and they just don’t get it yet.
So, can I just say, crazy sports parents kept me up last night with fret and I don’t know if we want to keep playing sports if all parents are jerks like that.
Um, do any of you have experience with this? Because I seriously don’t get it.
