It’s soccer season again. The Boy’s team has played 2 games thus far and are 1-0-1. He has played the full-time in both games and is doing well. Wonder if it has something to do with those dreaded sports glasses?
On Saturday, Blue Eyes was out of town, so just H and I went to The Boy’s game. H spent the weekend before with his aunt, uncle and cousins. My sister, The Younger Prettier One (TYPO) took her daughters and H to watch her son, Chuck’s football game. My brother in law is the head coach and naturally, Chuck is the star of the team! Anyway, H informed me before going to The Boy’s soccer game that I was supposed to take a chair, a water bottle and LOTS of snacks because this is what Aunt TYPO does and as we all know…she is the BEST!
So I did. H even made me pack his snacks in his lunch box. We arrived at the game and set up our chairs and snacks. H sat in his chair and ate his snacks while we watched The Boy’s team warm up. By the time the game started, H was done with both the chair and the snacks. He spent most of the game playing near the bleachers or just piddling around.
At one point, I was standing with H in view in front of me. I was watching the game while keeping an eye on H. Suddenly, The Boy’s team stole the ball. It was an exciting fast break with 22 12-year-old boys barreling down the field after the ball. I got wrapped up in the excitement and when I glanced down at H, saw that he had darted out onto the field after the ball.
I never knew I could move so fast. Nor that my reflexes were that good.
I immediately ran toward the field, scooped H up in my arms, spun around and dove for the sidelines. WHEW!
No one said a word to us. We went back to our chairs and pretended nothing ever happened.
After the game, I asked The Boy if he saw H run onto the field. He said, “Yes, we all did.”
I told him that I was sorry because I knew it must have been embarrassing for him to see his mother run onto the field like that.
He’s so nice, he said, “That’s okay, Mom. It wasn’t embarrassing. The guys all think H is cute.”
Oh and as for the sports goggles? Shockingly, I was right. The Boy doesn’t mind them one bit. In fact he told me the other day that Joshua’s dad asked him where he got his cool sports lenses. Then I noticed at Saturday’s game that Joshua was wearing the exact same goggles. And on top of that, there were 2 kids on the opposing team wearing the same goggles.
Sometimes Moms know stuff.