I am "that Mom"

My daughter started soccer a few weeks ago. I think there is nothing cuter than my little girly girl in soccer shorts and shin guards with her hair in a pony. Let me say when I say girly girl, I'm talking my daughter lives in dresses. My neighbors have even commented... "She's like a doll" "I have never seen her in anything but a dress" "She is like a little princess" I mean my kid does not own a pair of jeans and hasn't for the last two years. BUT, let me say she will wear that dress and not be afraid to get dirty climbing a tree, playing with Tanker and Bella (our puppies) fishing with her Daddy or washing a car with her Grandpa. She had a few practices and then, last weekend, she had a tournament. The game starts and I don't know what came over me, but my rear flew out of the seat when my kid had the ball! I was rooting her on... okay yelling, GO GO GO!! KICK IT!! TO THE GOAL!! I was so proud of my baby! Aunt Ashley even came to one of her games and after about 3 minutes she was ready to sit with the other team. She was like, "Alicea, you are scaring the children." I wasn't really. Right?? Even my mother lost her voice! I started trying to be quiet so my sister wouldn't leave me out of embarassment and then my mother started screaming, "KICK THE BALL GIRLS!!" My mom and I were helping, coaching, rooting and cheering... It's funny I never knew all that would come out of me. Some moms chat, some moms text, I'm that mom who's yelling and cheering like a mad woman. But I'm okay with that. I am paying attention to my girl and my kid knows I am there.