A soccer mom I've never aspired to be
As music and art is my personal reprieve
Their dad enjoys hiking and man vs. wild And rarely watches a game on the tube for a smile
Sitting on Saturdays beneath a hot sun Has never been my idea of fun
But alas, the love for our kids and their affections Has driven us to re-consider our anti-soccer direction
"As long as we don't split up every night of the week, Or pick up nuggets as dinner so to speak."
I willingly succumbed to the schedule and gear Keeping in mind that there is nothing to fear
Nothing but injuries and sweaty laundry galore Nothing but the end of Tchaikovsy and folklore
"Stop worrying," their dad says, "It's only a season." "Besides, what's learned on the field could stand to reason."
For life is not merely a game of skill But one of perseverance, even to die on a hill
And while my kids may know their own gifts There's nothing like teamwork that makes the shift
From: I can or I cannot based on my own ability To: I can contribute bricks; build a city
So, now twice a week for this phase in my life My kiddos don shin guards and run with all might
And while a reluctant soccer mom I may be I'm expressing in a small way that it's not about me.