Monday, October 23, 2006
You take the high road and I'll take the low road
So Ace told me to take the high road on this subject, and I complied. For two whole days. Really, two and a HALF days. But it is coming out now.
Saturday was the last day of soccer games for the fall season. Thank goodness as the air has turned to spitting rain/snow, and frigid temperatures. And to end the season, we played the Moral Enemy's son's team. His name is Blake. And of course it is, really. Blake Anthony, to be exact.
Now, Blake Anthony was out on the field, playing his little heart out. He really WAS trying. His dad, who used to be Ace's boss, was yelling at him from the sideline. And not from his chair, mind you. He would follow him up and down the field.
Get it, Blake. Come on! Get it!!!! Kick the ball!!!! BLAKE ANTHONY!!!!!
I really felt sorry for the kid because it really didn't call for pulling out the big guns and using the middle name.
Mortal Enemy sat in her chair and barely moved her lips. I think it was more out of disgust than anything because she didn't want to lay claim to the kid who was OBVIOUSLY not playing to his six-year-old potential out there on the field.
So it was with great joy that MY son, the one who has been loping up and down the soccer field since the games started in September, never getting himself into the thick of things, actually getting into the thick of things. He was aggressive. He was running after the ball. He was all over the place. AND....
HE SCORED A GOAL!!!!!!!!
I became one of those mothers, as Ace pointed out to me. But I was excited! I had to let it be known that that was MY son who scored that goal. That was MY son who kept at it and finally got in there.
I didn't notice the Mortal Enemy doing any cartwheels.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.