Last night our family schedule was tight with soccer games and a board meeting.
I should make it clear here that we are not a family that encourages or discourages team sports. I will speak only for myself – I dislike team sports.
This is the second year for Robbie and first year for Charlie to play on a team sport. Soccer is fun to play and my boys love kicking the ball around and playing with friends. The joy I get out of watching them play is worth the time and effort it takes to get them to a scheduled game. I am thankful that our community has an easy and short schedule for their soccer league – Tuesday and Thursday evenings for 4-5 weeks, no extra days for practice and no Saturdays!
Here is what happened last night:
3:30 Bus drops Robbie off at home.
3:30 – 3:45 Robbie eats after school snack, winds down, and gets out his homework.
3:45 – 4:30 Robbie does his homework and practices his piano while I start dinner and help him with homework.
4:30 – 5:00 I am cooking dinner, trying to get the boys to gather their soccer clothes and setting the table.
5:00 – 5:15 We eat dinner.
5:15 – 5:25 I get Henry dressed, Charlie and Robbie get dressed into soccer clothes, put on soccer shin guards and socks and we determine that Robbie’s soccer shirt must be in the dirty clothes because we can’t find it. Thankfully both boys have the same colored t-shirts and don’t play at the same time.
5:25 We leave for soccer games and Jack stays home a little longer to put away the food.
5:40 Charlie’s game – I am one of the coaches for Charlie’s team, not by choice. In order for Charlie to play soccer this year one of us needed to be a coach. I know very little about soccer.
6:40 Robbie’s game – behind schedule tonight! I thought I would be able to see half of Robbie’s game before leaving for my board meeting at Iola Winter Sports Club (IWSC). The games were running a little behind. And he was just starting to warm up with his team when it was time for me to leave for the board meeting.
7:00 My board meeting.
As I was walking to the car my gut/motherly instinct was telling me to stay and watch my son play soccer.
My brain, on auto-pilot, was telling me that I needed to go to the board meeting. I feel very strongly about the commitment I made to being on the board for the IWSC. I have only missed two board meeting in the few years that I have been on the board – the first time was when Henry was born the day of the meeting and the second time was when I forgot it was the first Tuesday of the month (shortly after becoming a mother of three). It is very frustrating to me when there are people on a board and they rarely come to meetings. Especially when I know there are people out there who are willing to take a position on the board, would be committed to showing up and taking on some extra responsibilities.
During breakfast this morning I was eager to hear how the soccer game went. Instead my heart was broken by the tears I saw and the sweet little voice that asked, “why couldn’t you watch my game?” I am sad that I disappointed my son last night and mad that my choice was to go to the board meeting. If it was a paying job that I had to go to, this story would be very different. Thankfully, me going to a paid job isn’t a choice that I have to make right now.
I try not to take on any “mommy guilt” or have any regrets in my life. This incident is one that is so close to making me feel guilty. Instead of feeling guilty I am chosing to learn from this and move on.
Mental note #1 – Skip board meeting for soccer game!