Recently, I have delved into the world of travel soccer. When my boys were younger we spent Saturday afternoons cheering them on for a mere 60 minutes. Games were followed with orange slices and treat. They had practice that only took place twice a week varying between one hour and an hour and a half. It was a great way for the boys to learn the sport and be a part of their community.
Tack on a few years and a love for the sport and I have arrived at my new destination. Welcome to the world of travel soccer. A sport where I leave my house at five in the morning to drive to a field in the middle of nowhere that I hope houses restroom facilities and is close to a coffee house. (This is usually never the case) I will spend the entire weekend on the field before heading back to work early Monday morning without a voice because of all the cheering I did. I will spend three hours sitting in my car or on the field three to four nights a week watching them practice. It is exhausting, time consuming, expensive and most importantly amazing. I have witnessed them grow into strong, dedicated athletes that have a passion. We spend hours on the road talking with one another, laughing and singing. It has allowed me a front row seat to witness their accomplishments and given me the opportunity to be their biggest fan. It has it’s challenges, but it is always an adventure.