Got an email yesterday from one of my fellow former-soccer moms. She was remembering our Mother's Day soccer tradition. Our boys usually had a game on that Sunday, and we moms would prepare a pot-luck brunch. We also held a brief scrimmage: moms against the sons.
This is why we have children when we are young: it's not that I'm in bad shape - I go to the gym regularly - but the thought of chasing a soccer ball down a field now, let alone contesting my son for that ball, makes me realize how far away those days of mud-caked cleats, sweat-soaked 5th graders and sideline cheers really are.
And I do miss those days. Then again, on Friday I was up in Boston doing a book event, and then got to watch My Son teach a math lesson to his second grade class. For this mom, just as priceless as watching him run up the field.