I may not drive a minivan but my son has been enrolled in a soccer class for a few weeks now.  And its going pretty well.

Every Monday afternoon he goes to soccer practice in Central Park where the moms are really involved. Not shouting from the sidelines type involved.  I mean involved as in on the field with our kids.

We were all asked to help them with the different plays the coaches want them to try.  (And it’s quite the work out. I know I didn’t expect to be that involved at all the first day.) But I guess with a dozen two and half year olds you need the moms to also assist. 

I’m starting to wonder if life as a soccer mom always starts like this. First, the moms are glad to help out their little ones but then the moms are kicked off the field when the kids are old enough to practice on their own.  So the only place left for them is to stay on the sidelines shouting comments to their kids.  Uh-oh!