It’s that time of year again. How I love those lazy Saturday mornings through the summer months. The six Saturdays of the summer holidays see me lounging in my bed past 8am. I awake to a steaming mug of coffee, delivered to me in bed where I contemplate how the morning could be filled. Will I choose a shopping trip to town to indulge my retail habit? A lazy morning at home pottering in the garden or even a trip out somewhere with the children – oh how I love those mornings.
At this time of the year that is a distant memory – a memory that belongs in the summer.
For it is football season. My blessed Saturday mornings now consist of where are my shin pads? Is it cold? Do I need my skins?
The husband has this Saturday morning bun fight sorted- he packs his own footy bag and is out the door before you can yell for respite. Chloe heads off for her dancing lessons leaving Erin and me to stand and look like we are happy and interested as we stand in some wind swept field whilst watching a dozen boys chase a ball about. My little man is the goal keeper and I stand with my heart in my mouth each match wishing he wasn’t so vulnerable in goal. It seems the goalie is either the saint or the sinner. You are either responsible for letting in a goal or a hero for saving. Eight and nine years old have a very black and white view.
I share a smile with the other football mums, we share a flask a coffee and wonder what we did to deserve this. This is one side of parenting that nobody warned me of. No one took me aside and whispered what is it like to be a mum of a football playing son.
However I have a little secret that I will share about this Saturday morning ritual. It’s very important. It will make your life that little more bearable I promise. Make an investment in womens jackets from Joules and at least you will be warm and have style on the side of the pitch!
I have promised my a gorgeous quilted coat and I think I deserve it for missing out on my lie ins!
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