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At one point, all five kids were playing soccer at the same time.  You can only imagine what our weekends were like! We had 2 in travel, and three in intramural.  So Saturdays would be running from town to town with travel kids, while dragging the other three, and Sundays, that while all fields were on the same school grounds, we’d be praying to God the fields would touch, corner to corner, so that we could watch all three by turning left or right- and not have to desginate ONE parent to this one or that one’s game! It was a nightmare!  Ages 6 through 17, we did this for 4 years.  One by one, the girls dropped out, but our son continued to play, winding up as the keeper of choice, for each team he wound up on.

He’s now, after being the starting Varsity Keeper at his HS, grabbed a scholarship to Iona!  So,… we sort of feel the closure, and that our time was validated.

The other day, my husband and I had the World Cup on, when the US was playing, and the score was tied, and we were sitting on the edges of our chairs, having been SO invested in soccer for so many  years… biting our nails, our OTHER TRAVEL kid, came in, and asked what we were watching.  I said, “the World Cup!” She said, “What’s THAT?” I looked at her like she had three heads.  THIS, was the girl who I used to throw in the car, traveling from city to city so that she could play soccer, and she had no idea what the World Cup was??

I said, “It’s a woman with the biggest tits out there, and she has the largest size bra in the world.”  She said, “Oh,” … and left the room.

THANK GOD, she had Dance.