I played soccer.
I PLAYED SOCCER!!
Last night, the coaches for my son’s soccer team (my husband is one of them) organized a surprise Parent versus Kid soccer scrimmage at practice last night. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but it is the first time I was brave enough to attend let alone play.
Not gonna lie, I almost backed out. I am a real pussy when it comes to cold and rain and gloomy ass looking clouds above my head and that’s just what it was. I texted the head coach about 7 hours before the game to see if it should be rescheduled and was shot down. I asked my son on a scale of 1-10 how important it was that mom show up to this event and he said a 5. No help there.
This could ether go two ways. I could either sit on the couch as God intended in my snuggie with my coffee and feel guilty for ditching my son, or I could put on my big girl panties and Under Armour hoodie and go. Reluctantly, I chose the latter.
We got there and it was a chaotic mix of people all over the pitch. No one was really playing any positions, parents and kids were running everywhere. My son looked at me with the I-see-you two finger hand gesture and told me he’d go easy on me. I reminded him (and myself!!) of something. “Let’s do this buddy! Your mom runs now!” And that’s just what I did. I started to run, and run, and run. I kicked the ball a few times (and missed a few, damn left foot) and sent the ball soaring with a hard knee pop. Some little shit kicked me hard in the shin and I have the battle wound to prove it. But I ran. And I wasn’t dying. In fact, I wasn’t even tired and breathing just fine. I could have belted out the National Anthem. It felt AMAZING.
This was a pinnacle moment for me. Even more so that all the past milestones of fitting into this or that, of not being the fattest one in a picture, of wearing tall boots in public. I played soccer with my kid and ran and kept up with him and kicked his ass if I do say so myself. THIS is what it is all about. My brand new life. It brings me to tears.
I can’t say this enough times to those that are reading this. If you are in a position where you are buried alive like I was….DO SOMETHING. I don’t care what. If you need my help I am there for you. You deserve to live just as much as I did.
Nike had a good point……….Just Do It.