Soccer Moms
I envy the soccer mom. They seem so full of life and energetic; always driving with a car full of soccer balls, sliced oranges, and other treats for the team. Looking cute in their jogging shorts, T-shirt and matching running shoes. Sporty hair and a glowing tan from the warm mornings in the sun. Yes, I am envious.
I am a skate mom, dum dum duuuuuum. And that my friend is a mother, one notch above the stage mother. Always dressed for winter, my second home is at the ice arena, where there is no sun, green grass or sliced oranges.
For entertainment I will sometimes watch other skate moms slither around the ice arena. Always careful to not look certain skate moms directly in the eye, not sure if I will turn to stone, so why take a chance?
Not all skate moms have long teeth, or concoct strategies to “take your skater out”; some are sweet – and scared, like me.
I am pretty sure that the world of figure skating invented and perfected the malicious methods of gossip and back stabbing. Beware internet, if ever there is a world-wide ice arena shut-down, you better head for the hills and hide. I guess the sport of figure skating is doing us all a favor by keeping loony mothers confined at the skate rink.
Disclaimer: I am an active skate mom, and support my little skater 100%. It’s just, well, wacky at the rink, and honestly I’m scared I will be turned to stone.
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