Swiftly driving home from my weekly Pilates lesson, followed by my restorative yoga class, foundationed upon a morning workout, I accomplish a quick turnaround in order to pick up my dog, so I can bring him with me to my chiropractor (only in Boulder), and then to my five pm dance class. This is a typical Tuesday in my life – and one of two days a week dedicated to my body.
Cell phone in hand, signal light to signal light, I pick up my emails, listen to my voice mail, and use the time to return calls to family and friends.
Describing my day to a friend as I head home for my round-about, I found myself suddenly stunned by his use of a term, which I had never – and I mean ever – applied to myself. “Tamar,” he said, “You are an amazing soccer mom – to your Self.” “Soccer Mom?!?!” I screeched – never having had children of my own. Soccer Mom – imagining a mini van and three boisterous children chanting in unison for my attention from the back seat. “Soccer MOM!!!” I repeated in shock. Then it hit me, he was right!!! After all the years of making my work my life, I had actually integrated an inner cheerleader, dedicated to the health and well being of my body.
Call it aging, maturing or just growing up, I have finally managed to put in place a trim tab, fail safe, security net to counter-balance my inner Achiever, Pusher and Entrepreneur – and her name is “Soccer Mom”.
Exceptional at the wheel of my SUV, she navigates my Tuesdays and Thursdays with the competence of a corporate CEO and I can relish in her faithful love, loyalty and commitment to my Body and Soul.
I dedicate this blog to all our Inner Soccer Moms/Dads who have been working on the sidelines of our lives and deserve our acknowledgment and appreciation.