I have a confession to make. I am very competitive. very. competitive. I used to tell people that I wasn't. I didn't grow up playing sports, so I'm not competitive right? Uh, sure.... not so much. I like to win. I like my kids to win. I am not going to lie, I like it a lot when my kids win. Especially when they play a team that plays a bit dirty in order to win and we beat them anyway. Is that wrong? Too bad. The Boy's team had another great game today, dominating the field and scoring goals. But the heart thumper today was The Bear and The Princess' game. The other team was playing a bit rough - pushing, throwing arms, kicking, tripping. My Wonderful Husband tells me that some of that is to be expected and the ref called some of it, but the mama bear on the sidelines DOES NOT LIKE IT. So when one of the kids on the other team kicked and tripped The Bear and he went down, I was uh...not happy. Thankfully he was ok and not really hurt and he took it in stride. But when he got the ball and turned up the field and booted that ball into the goal, I was beyond happy. YEAH!!! You kick my kid? He scores on you!!! I may have enjoyed this moment more than I should - but as I confessed here tonight - I am competitive.
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