Soccer season, like school, starts this week and all three girls will be playing this year like they have for the last 10 years. I have attended just about every single game, have never forgotten my turn for snack, collected money for the trophies and always offer to make the cake for the end-of-the-season party, which I decorate to look like a soccer field. One would probably perceive me as “soccer mom extraordinaire” but I’m not. I have a confession to make. When I go to the games, I don’t pay attention. I’m too busy talking to my friends. I don’t even understand the rules and I couldn’t tell you what positions my kids play if my life depended on it. And I don’t feel the least bit guilty about this. I figure this is my way of multi-tasking. I’m putting in my face time and supporting my kids, and I get to socialize with my friends. It is my release. But don’t worry, somehow I always manage to tune in just in time to watch my child score a goal. I am a mom after all.