He’s football mad, the football has taken away the little bit of sense he had. Indeed, but in our house try substituting he for they. Hi, my name’s Sue and I’m a football Mum, hi Sue I hear you all say. The only other term I have found that comes close to describing the sort of Mum I am (I’m talking about using polite language here) is a free range Mum, meaning that I encourage my kids to be independent.
Back to football, a new term has been born and thus a new season has been born. From now until Spring, our weekends are predominantly about football. Take this weekend, last night we went to a presentation team for the academy that both boys play for. Today older boy played in a reserve team for the Borough team and tomorrow morning they both have matches, away matches meaning an early start. O, and did I forget that other half and older boy have gone to see their team play this afternoon. A weekend like this isn’t untypical and when I started out with two boys I didn’t anticipate this, what I will say is luckily they didn’t inherit their hand eye coordination from me.
For the most part I am happy to be a football Mum, it keeps the boys fit if not out of mischief. It also gives them a focus and arguably teaches them discipline and enhances their ability to work as part of a team. One day, just one day the results of this teaching might be seen at home. Football has also been an absolute godsend during school holidays when the boys attend various camps. This allows me to work and stay sane, although it costs an arm and a leg.
Being a football Mum has also necessitated being part of different parenting crowds, aside from the school Mums at the gate, which has been great. It is especially good to compare notes with other football Mums, even if this does at times only amount to moaning about how much time it all takes.
In summary (remember that one from all the essays, or should I write “in conclusion” or “in essence” or similar, being a football Mum is great if a little crazy. Just once in a while though being a shopping Mum and having a weekend dominated by visits to Westfield and Oxford Street would be good. This would however cost me boths arms and legs.