I suppose if you have a superstar, watching your kid play soccer can be fun, even exciting as you see your mini-you fly pass the other kids, interested, focused and enthused on kicking the ball or trying to win.
Not me. I watch my kids watch the other kids run by. I watch my kids stare into the sky at some plane, bird or balloon they happened to notice. I watch my kids watch me watching them as they mouth, "Is it over yet?"
Most parents scream, "Go!" "Keep running!" "Great job honey!"
I scream, "Focus!" "Stop biting your nails!" "We can look at the ants at home!"
But really, over time, I kinda like not having the pressure of having a kid that has to do well...that the team expects to score so that the team succeeds. Yep, now my husband and I relax and enjoy the game. We giggle when he misses the ball. We laugh when he sees a gopher and instead of playing the game, he follows where the hole leads. Cause we realize, one day, twenty years from now, when he's not in professional sports, we'll laugh at these moments of enjoying our kid and letting him be just our kid.