So there I was, at the high school for the spring soccer league’s parent meeting. As I walked down the stairs in the din created by over a 100 parents talking toddler smack, I could hear “Is that Dakota’s dad?” as I found a vacant seat in the third row.
I sat down and went about my business of reading the new field maps and parents code of ethics again. Just then, an attractive mom who was sitting next to me tapped my hand and asked me, “are you Dakota’s dad?” I said yes and she directed my attention behind me. Behind me sat our coach from last fall, I asked if she was going to coach again and she said, “No, I’m pregnant”. I congratulated her then a chorus of moms” elbowed” me out of the conversation while swooning ohhh, you are? She then affirmed to them what she had just told me then redirected her conversation with me about getting all the old team together under Ms Jackie who was going to coach. Then I heard 10,000 reasons why we should rejoin the team from the chorus of moms.
It was then I knew I had achieved the status of what had previously been known as a SOCCER MOM! I am not sure whether or not that to take that as an insult/complement or what, but it sure seemed like I was adopted into their sorority! And, they smell good! Hold on guys, maybe it’s time to endure my movie editing, or lack of again!