End of an Era

I have spent many a morning, afternoon or evening being a soccer mom.  I have gone near and far to cheer the team on.  I have spent money going out to eat afterwards to celebrate a win or to help lick wounds from a loss.  This era came to an end two weeks ago, when I attended my last official game as a soccer mom.

There was something bitter-sweet about it. I won't miss shivering out in the cold - where we live, soccer is only cancelled if there's more than a foot of snow on the ground, which is rare.  I won't miss giving up weekend days to attend the games.  But I will miss the chats in the vehicle there and back - where a parent can find out information about a kid's life easier than in a formal setting.  I will also miss the camaraderie with other parents, because as I have found out, as the sport finishes in our kid's timelines,  the parental interaction ceases.

I was so happy that the final day was a sunny-blue day.  Even though the wind was nippy, the sun masked the coolness whipping our hair into our eyes.  The outcome was good - the team won the tournament championship, which was a bonus, since the week before they had won the district championship, so it was a good way to go out.

And we got to take a short walk down to the ocean and breathe the salt air, and enjoy the first signs of spring.  It was the end of an era, but good news, I will continue to be a soccer wife.  Co-Ed starts this week.