When I posted the soccer picture and the party details on Tuesday it sounded fun, right?
I kind of glossed over the finer details of the evening. I pointed out the fun kid stuff and neglected to point out the not so great parental stuff.
There were 10 kids on Taylor's team this year not including her. One of the girls lives up the street and is a good friend of Tay's. That makes 9 kids that we get to know over the course of 8 weeks. That also makes 9 sets of parents that I get to mingle with. Only, not really. Most weeks I was one of only 2 or 3 parents to actually wait on the sidelines while the kids were at their twice weekly practice. Sure, we were all present at games but who really talks at games? Besides, we only had one game that was held during decent weather the other 4 were either in the rain or snow or both.
Back to the nitty gritty. The parents and the party. I took Taylor and Asia to the soccer party on Monday night as Asia's mom had a work thing to do and her dad had little brother stuff and I am nice like that. Her dad had offered (okay, her mom offered for her dad) to keep Bailey and I joked that I would take her along so that I would have someone to talk to.
Little did I know how true my words were.
We were the third group to show up to the pizza place. We went into the party room and I grabbed an unoccupied table. The players were to sit at a long table down the middle of the room with their coach. The mom in charge (whom I had offered to help in the beginning) was fluttering around and had not yet grabbed a table and the other set of parents were occupying a table to its fullest. I set our coats down and went to order pizza and other parents filtered in during that time, no one chose to join my pathetic table.
Once the pizza started coming out of the kitchen and the kids got settled it was pretty evident that Bailey and I were on our own. A set of parents came in about 40 minutes late, walked over and stared at me for a second and then turned around and walked to the other side of the room and another table. I started to tell them that they were welcome to sit with us but the whole sentence didn't make it out of my mouth before they were gone.
Taylor is already looking forward to Fall soccer, me too...
I don't like to venture outside my comfort zone, sure I do it for my kids but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Do you venture outside your comfort zone for your kids?
