Yesterday was our second soccer game of the season. Last week we handily beat our opposing team but this week was a different story. Yesterday we played a tough team and at halftime there was still no score. I was sitting next to Beya and two other moms and we were all nervous wrecks. Yes, we take our soccer waaaaay too seriously. After the second half started I discovered there was an asshole dad from the other team standing behind us. He started screaming "encouragement" to the other team. I have rarely wanted to punch someone so badly. Then, as if from a movie, something happened that was so beautiful. Asa made a goal! He cheered himself and as he ran across the field his teammates congratulated him. Asa threw his arms up in relief and pure joy. It was truly an emotional moment. It turned out to be the game winning goal as it was the only goal scored in the entire game. Even better? The asshole jerk shut the fuck up after Asa made the goal!
Soccer is truly a team sport and last week there were six incredible goals scored, none by Asa. But watching Asa make the sole goal of the match, well, chalk it up to a very proud mom moment!