Two weeks ago was Sydney’s first soccer practice ever. She’s joined a recreational soccer league for 3 to 5-year-olds. There was a long e-mail from the organizers about what to bring to the first practice. I could have written the same email in 1 sentence:
Please come at 9 am wearing shin guards and regular tennis shoes. Bring your own soccer ball.
That wasn’t hard.
But what the email failed to mention, in all it’s l-o-n-g glory, was that you should also bring a water bottle.
I didn’t bring a water bottle.
Sydney burst into tears when the first water break was deemed necessary 10 minutes after starting. “You…forgot…water!” she sobbed.
Yes, I did. First of all, it was 50 degrees. Hearty little Michiganders are not going to drop from heat exhaustion when it’s 50 degrees. Second, it’s not even real soccer. It’s running around on an itty-bitty, little field for, like, 20 minutes. Third, the email didn’t say anything about water. Fourth, I remembered your ball, your shin guards, your tennis shoes, sweat pants, hat, and mittens (’cause remember it’s 50 degrees outside). I also remembered my chair, my hat, my gloves, and my umbrella since it was raining.
So, yes, I forgot water.
The only comfort I took from this little exercise was how the sisterhood of bad mothers came to my defense. “I forgot her ball,” one pointed out. ” I forgot her mittens,” offered one,”and her hat.” Yay for bad moms! My kid might be parched, but at least she’s not turning blue!
This week’s soccer email reminded parents to bring water. I remembered. Along with the shin guards, soccer ball, hat and mittens, my chair, my winter coat, my hat, and my mittens (it’s still 50 degrees around here).
I was feeling pretty good about myself until Sydney pointed out, when we arrived at the soccer field, “You forgot the yellow shirt.”
I yi yi!
Last week they all got a yellow soccer t-shirt for participating in the soccer league. And, yes, I forgot it.
Have a drink of water, kid. From your water bottle, ok?!?
What have you forgotten lately?