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.