I am, gasp, a soccer mom....

Watching Mason's T-ball game...patiently...
Really, Madeline should be giving ME advice on golfing...even if it is mini golfing!
It is official....less the bumper sticker advertising it, I am officially a soccer mom..except Mason plays T-ball. Amazing to think that I am NOW what I once swore I would never succomb to. The reality is that I love it in every way... I once saw my reality as overinvolvement on the part of parents who had no hobbies of their own....what I know now is that my children are my hobbies (although I have many things I try to do once they go to bed if I can keep my eyes awake!!) and make me quite happy!

We have entered into the territory of weekends planned through the month based on practices and games and looking at the addition of Madelines venture into "ballerina school", which will also eat up more evening time. However, I look forward to the games...eating popcorn, sticky hands, dirty clothing, whiny children sitting impatiently for an hour and 15 minute T-ball game, and the look in his eyes each time he catches or hits a ball - total satisfaction. His first game he was awarded the first game ball...now in t ball this really equates to "you didn't pick grass, gaze at the sky, take your hat off or run to the wrong base", but in his mind it might have been an MVP award! He was so proud..., and I must admit, even knowing the reality of the ball, we were also proud :). Game on.