I've turned into "that mom" sitting on the sidelines of her 6-year old son's soccer game yelling random things into the open air without regard for the other parents, players, and coaches around. Things like, "Stop leaning on the goal!", "Luke! Pay attention to the ball!", "Luke, stop picking your nose!" followed by "Ugh! Don't eat your boogers!", and "The ball! Luke! The ball is coming your way!", and my favorite, "No hugging! Stop hugging! There's no hugging in soccer!"
I'm a freak. I know it. It might be justified if he was actually a star player or if my comments were helpful in the least little bit. Instead, I just distract him from his daydreaming just barely in time to get him focused on the ball that just rolled past his feet into the goal. Oh well.
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T - I will so be that mother too one day, don't you worry! I even almost got in a brawl with 2 bratty and ill-behaved 4-year olds (with no mother in sight, I might add) at the park the other day who were literally hogging the swings and told me that they wouldn't share.
I am totally going to be my one of "those moms" too!!!!
I'd like to say this was some sort of an exaggeration, but it isn't. I was there. It wasn't pretty. Only dumb luck kept the other team from scoring one time when Luke was hanging on the goal with his back to the field Saturday. All I could think was, "they're going to beat him up".
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