When your son's team loses a soccer match, do not ask "What happened?" in the car on the way home.
A follow up comment like "I mean, this was not the result we were looking for, but we can live with it" does not help. Your son already knows the truth. Soccer is all about scoring goals and winning matches. And you dear disappointed mom should know better than to behave like a devastated fan. Aren’t you the team player that schlepped your boy to all his practices, games and tournaments this past month because hubby was away on business: attending the 2010 World Cup Draw in Cape Town, rubbing shoulders with FIFA’s crème de la crème and god knows who else, does not qualify as business in my book. Right now it is hay-in-the-making.
And speaking of turning opportunity into success, your son and this knot of boys, all tied up in a cheer as they prepare to steer their team to victory, they know that it takes focus, determination and maximum effort in order to succeed.
But with composure and flair so unique, your boy rolls his sleeves, gets to work and hopes the spine of his team will hold up.
Eventually, good things happen in front of the net.
And everyone joins in the celebration.
So mom, after all is said and done and your son's team loses the match, say something like:
"Good game. You guys could have won, with a little luck. You played well so be proud of yourself."
Because you and I both know, teamwork is nothing new to you. After all, in the past month, you have handled the 9-5, the household, the boys, the homework, the soccer practices and tournaments. You even managed a decent writing schedule (more like an insomnia antidote). You volunteered to be an alternate driver in the resuscitated vanpool, thereby reducing your reading/writing time and increasing your daily stress. It is understandable that you could not fit in a blogpost, depriving your readers of one or two dramatic episodes of the Vanpool Diaries. Perhaps it is just as well because you don't want to get sued by a disgruntled rider when they read about it in a bestseller one day. Accusations such as 'she defamed me' or 'she used personal characteristics that made me recognizable and then mixed them up with other traits that were false and defamatory' will fly and punitive amounts will be awarded.
Hmm...Who knows, maybe the hay that hubby is making might actually be wheat, enough of it to make bread!
Salaams of the season to you and yours!