I spent three hours tonight watching the soccer games of two of my children. Here's my confession. I'm not athletic, I don't mind watching the games but often find my mind wandering. Tonight I tried to stop multi-tasking for a little while and just focus on the game. Besides the fact that the bleachers were uncomfortable, I enjoyed turning the brain off.
So I guess I'm a soccer mom fake. I don't care whether they win or lose, or whether they made a goal. For me it is about seeing them have some fun and get exercise. The kids once asked me why I don't cheer out loud. I told them I am just not a loud person and certainly not comfortable yelling at the team during a soccer game, but inside my head I am cheering louder than all the other parents combined. Besides that, my husband cheers loud enough for both of us.
I guess that's why I like to write. I'm not always good at talking to other people, but when I write, it is much easier to say exactly what I am thinking in exactly the way I want to say it. And all the characters in my head cheer me on in their own quiet way.