The Life of a Football Mom

One may ask what life is like being a football mom, well one word, hectic. Football is our life and when I say this I mean, it is our life. I have not one, not two, but three boys who play football. Oh, and they are not in high school. They aren't even in middle school, they are in Elementary school. Yes, every Monday I get my boys off the bus from school and go into football mom mode. Get your homework done, is everything ready for practice, do you want Gatorade or water? Then I need to make them dinner and of course leave by 5:30. Did I mention that practice is at 6 p.m. All the boys need to be at practice at the same time, and they are not at the same place. This means that one will be early and the other two will be late. Luckily, two of the boys practices are at the same place.

So I drop the first boy off at his practice early and take the other two boys to their practice. Their practice is an hour, while the other one is two hours, three to four times a week. I stay at the first practice for the hour, then off to the last hour of the second practice. Did I mention I have a three month old as well? Pick up the chair, stroll the baby to the car, get the kids in the car, get the baby into the car, pack the stroller and the chair into the car and off to the next practice.

As we get to the last practice, I have to listen to who did better at practice, and I am hungry, can I have a snack? Good thing I have prepared myself with snacks in the diaper bag. Of course you don't hand those out until you really have to, or they will be back for more. So you get to the practice where you have to find parking, and you park. Then I get the stroller out of the car, get the baby out of the car and into the stroller. I need to take a chair, and also the diaper bag. I would ask the boys to take them, but they already ran down the steep hill to the field. Now to figure out how to get down the hill while carrying a chair, diaper bag and the stroller. Luckily there is a less steep part of the hill,but you have to walk around onto the side walk, up the road, and past the tree on the left. By the time I do all this, practice may be over! So I get to the practice, set up the chair, talk to the baby, oh, and of course get a snack out for the other two boys. I find sometime to make eye contact with my son, while he is tackling another boy. Of course he is too cool to acknowledge me, but I know that he knows I am doing all this because I love him.

Well practice is over, I pack up the chair, get the boys together, listen to what the coach has to say, and start walking up the hill to the car. In the car I ask my son how practice was and when he has his next game. I do all this knowing that tomorrow I will have to do it all over again. Why, you ask? Because that is the life of a football mom, and I am proud to be one!