This Is Fine

Actually, it's not fine, but whatever.

I have a child playing soccer this fall—the best part of which is that finally other people in this household besides me and Matt know how to drive. For the first time in a decade, I am not always in the car, driving back and forth a thousand times a week.

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I come to the hour of the soccer and, finding I don’t have it in me, send a driving child who owes me, basically, his existence, to do the dreaded sportsing run. This probably makes me a bad mother.

I should desire to spend every precious moment with each and every child on every car ride. But also, I might not really be that bad because this adventure of The Soccer has settled into the number of the vagaries of life, not taking up too prominent a position for me or for him. It’s not like the child who is playing the soccer loves it immensely or plans to play professionally. This is becoming one of those many things that he does like brushing his teeth and going to church. For this, I am eternally grateful.

So anyway, the Women’s World Cup just happened, in case you didn’t know. And some people got very excited about it—not Americans, of course, that was so embarrassing—but people in other countries. First, however, if you don’t know anything about soccer, here is a helpful explanation of the game: