The select soccer season hasn't even started yet. But already we have had two two-hour Jamborees for kids to warm up. And we have had three two-hour try-out sessions. And I've been to one two-hour meeting for coaches and managers. [Yes, I get to be the co-manager. Because I'm stupid.] And there is a two-hour meeting for team parents tonight. And a 2.5-hour meeting for registration on Wednesday. And a two-hour uniform try-on for new kids next Monday. And a two-hour meeting for all select team parents next Wednesday. And another meeting for managers three Mondays from now. And I've received and sent at least five dozen emails to and from the coach and team and organization. And I've received and sent at least two dozen texts to and from the coach.
And all of this before one single practice.
What have we gotten ourselves into? More specifically, what have I gotten myself into? Do you know why I'm the co-manager? I didn't know it at the time when I agreed to do it with the mother of Youngest's BFF, but it turns out quite a few of the parents of the two dozen players on the two U10 Boys teams are either micro-managing twits who have burned out other managers in previous years or major complainers about how the team is run or completely and utterly disengaged folks with fat checkbooks who refuse to fundraise for the team because they can afford to just write a check.
The anger and finger-pointing and accusations of misdeeds and jealousy and name-any-bad-emotion is phenomenal.
And I was always just worried about the money and level of commitment involved in getting my boy to practices and games.
I sit before you a self-proclaimed moron. And this self-proclaimed moron is going to stand before 24 other sets of parents and say tonight, when introducing herself, the following:
I acknowledge that I don't know the back-story and history of the team and what has and has not worked in the past. I'm sure some of you have legitimate complaints with how things have worked or not worked in the past. I don't care. What I care about is this year and these two teams and doing my damnedest to do what has to be done to make this successful not just for my child, but for your children, too. We start fresh. And we start fresh now.
That'll work, right?
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