The rain kept coming down. It poured in buckets. Even under the umbrella we were not safe. I use to drive past these fields, warm and cozy in my car thinking "what on earth are these parent's thinking!" I have officially become one of "those" parents. I sat in the rain, waiting for my child's turn in the game. I waited with an impatient 6 year old and a running around 1 1/2 year old for my little Gavin to join his team. The moment arrived and I yelled and cheered and sat in the rain becoming more and more drenched by the minute. Nothing, I mean nothing in the world could have taken me away from watching. He chased after that ball. The glee of every kick overwhelmed him so much he had to stop and wave at me every time his little foot touched the ball! Gavin was so happy, so proud of himself and he had so much fun. I guess you can now add "soccer mom" to my list of names. I deserve it after sitting in the pouring rain for an hour to watch a four year old play ball!