There, But Not There

I took my daughter to her indoor soccer game Saturday morning and we got there a little early. She huddled up with her teammates, laughing and gossiping (or whatever the hell teenage girls do). That left me alone with the other parents, none of whom I know very well. I don’t really have anything against any of them, but I haven’t been around them enough to be comfortable with them yet. So, I stood by myself until the game started.

As I was standing there, I looked around the place. All of the people there were either walking to or from somewhere, at the concession stand, or watching one of the games going on in the building. Except for one lady. She was sitting at the side of the field that Baby J would soon be playing at. She wasn’t watching the game, however. She was reading a book.

Now, I’ve seen parents with their faces in their phones for large portions of the games. I’ve even done it myself from time to time when my kid isn’t out on the field.

3 comments on “There, But Not There

  1. 1jaded1 says:

    That poor kid.
    Absentee parents, whether absent in mind or body have a special place in my heart where the heat of anger resides. Some criticized me for not having children and now they leave their own. It’s a form of child abuse.

    • I’m not going to lie and say that I pay 100% of my attention to the game, but I watch almost all of it when my kids are on the field. This lady couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to watch it.

      And whether or not you have kids isn’t anyone’s business but yours. They can take their criticisms and cram them.

  2. 1jaded1 says:

    Because you watch when your kids are on the field, you’ll see when they score a goal or make a save. That’s something good they will remember. How embarrassing for that kiddo if she scored a goal and saw her mom with her nose in a book, instead of celebrating. Boo!

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