Blogs Are Stupid

Doesn't anyone believe in Dear Diary anymore? What happened to the joy of putting actual pen to paper? And why does every ordinary Jane and John think they can write well enough to burden the world with their scribblings? It’s a mystery that badly needs solving. My first entry contains my thoughts about blogging and will set your expectations. The rest will probably be stream of consciousness garbage, much like you’ll find on any other blog. Perhaps we will both come away enlightened.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Purple Balloons

I don't have much of consequence to write about today...just your mundane suburban Mom minutiae. Nobody wants to hear about my new blender or the fact that I completely cleared out the kids playspace and reclaimed my dining room. (It was a Herculean effort).

So I thought I would share a picture with you.

Last week I wrote a piece called To Suck or Not to Suck in which I mentioned that our local ballpark had done a memorial of sorts for the Bluffton Ohio team who lost five members in the bus crash on 175 in near downtown Atlanta.

I was preoccupied with uniforms and hats and keeping 12 helium balloons from flying away or rendering a small child unconscious as they whipped about in the breeze, so I never even thought about bringing my camera. I wished later that I had, but I told myself that a camera could never capture the majesty of that moment, or the genuine sentiment behind it.

This image appeared on the league website. You can only see about half the kids, and you can't see all the teary eyed parents in the stands, but I think it still conveys some of the emotion that we all experienced during that special moment.



So, to give this inconsequential little blurb of a post some merit, I will say this...

People like to poke fun at so-called "Soccer Moms" and castigate team parents. They like to accuse folks that are heavily involved in their child's sporting activities of trying to live vicariously through their offspring. Undoubtedly, for some, this is true. But most parents are just trying to do a good thing for their kids.

They’re trying to find something that keeps their kids moving and gets them out in the fresh air and sunshine. They’re trying to combat the allure of television and video games, and later, drugs and alcohol. They’re trying to give them a sense of belonging and teach them about fairness, sportsmanship and commitment.

I can’t see that as a bad thing, and I’ll own the “Soccer Mom” label…proudly.

5 Comments:

  • At 8:40 AM, Blogger Mrs. Chicky said…

    It must have been a beautiful but bittersweet moment to see all those balloons float to the sky. Personally, even though I don't care for the sport I can't wait to be a Soccer Mom.

     
  • At 9:08 AM, Blogger Oh, The Joys said…

    I'm with Chicky - I'll EMBRACE my inner soccer mom - why fight it?

     
  • At 12:47 PM, Blogger Kelly said…

    What a glorious, thoughtful tribute, and yes, proof positive that people can be polar opposite of the suckiness most of us have come to expect. They can be giving and kind and empathetic, moved to act for strangers near and far.

    Thanks for sharing, photo and story.

     
  • At 9:42 PM, Blogger luckyzmom said…

    I was sorry to hear that there is a stygma attached to being a Soccor Mom now. In my time it was a good thing. Maybe there is something I've missed?

     
  • At 2:28 PM, Blogger Code Yellow Mom said…

    So glad you have a picture - I so loved the original post about the balloon tribute.

    Two weeks from now my little guy goes to soccer for the first time, so I get a new title and I'm looking forward to the miniature shin guards and the sunshine. :)

     

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