OK, I Admit It...

...I'm a soccer mom.

Yep.  I'm coming clean.

I've avoided the title, and the negative connotation it carries.

But I think I'll embrace it now.

My husband played.  All three of my boys play.

Saturday night we went to a Piranhas game.  We have a vested interest in the team.  Our family is hosting a young woman named Alyssa for the summer.  She is playing forward for the Piranhas and Saturday night was their first game.

The Piranhas lost 2-0, but Alyssa ended up getting 4 stitches in the knee from the opposing team's goalie. Which for three boys might just be cooler than actually winning the game.

Yes, its official.

I'm a soccer mom.