It occured to me at my sons soccer game that I am in desperate need of a life. This was hammered in my head as I cheered on the OSU Beavers to defeat on Saturday. I have always known I am competitive. When I found out that there was no pink in my future after crying for awhile, I dreamed of football. I feel as a mother of 3 boys there better be at least one boy in the mix who will excel in football. Yet watching my 5yr old soccer game the other night , I realized I am becoming one of those parents. Sawyer is big for 5yrs of age. The other dads and I were soon plotting for my son "to take out some of the star players...wink, wink." I am screaming at him to go after the ball. Sawyer likes looking at his shadows, he is polite and lets the other players have the ball, he is happy doing cartwheels. So for now I will watch and try with all my might to keep my mouth shut. Not my strongest trait.
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