Years ago, when my kids were still young, I read a story about a woman whose children were so overscheduled that she stocked her minivan with food and beverages they could eat in transit. There were cases of juice boxes under the seats, nonperishable snacks in crates in the back. The kids were charged with bringing their backpacks to the van so they could do homework while their siblings participated in various activities.
They were like nomads. Except they weren't hunter-gatherers chasing the growing seasons or the migratory patterns of their favorite prey. They were simply tied to the kids' sports teams.
It's easy to judge parents like her. I confess to judging this mom pretty harshly all those years ago. I assumed she had failed at setting boundaries for herself and her children. My assumptions weren't based on anything concrete, but they certainly gave me the illusion of control.
Neither my partner nor I wanted an overscheduled life like hers. So we decided our kids could each participate in just one sport.
Both our kids settled on soccer and have been playing for several years now. Meanwhile, I've come to understand that very few parents set out to lead overscheduled lives. It just happens. Sports have a way of engulfing family life.
Living the soccer life
I thought about that mother and her minivan food truck recently while driving 300 miles in a single weekend. I was busy shuttling my daughter to and from games in Hudson, Wis.
I thought about that mother again as I packed granola bars and filled water bottles before driving to Shakopee to watch my daughter play. Then I turned around and drove back to Minneapolis to see my son play.
I thought of her a lot during the past two weeks. My partner has been out of the country for work, leaving me to manage the kids' schedules on my own. In the past 14 days, we've had only two days with nothing scheduled.