Move over, Beckham!...or Pele....or whoever you people are...

I'm in unfamiliar territory.

Put me on a softball field, or even a football field, or up on a stage in front of hundreds of people and I'll feel pretty comfortable (as long as my stage time doesn't include singing of any sort). But place me on a soccer field....ugh...I'm a lost cause.

I did play one year of soccer back in the day. And that was only because the soccer coach was really cute. Somehow I made the team as a 16/17 year old playing for THE FIRST TIME EVER! (goes to show the level of skill on that team!)

I was terrible. I never really enjoyed the sport and my parents wanted to gauge their eyeballs out when watching me play because they didn't understand a lick of it.

Short-lived career to say the least. Especially when compared to my 25 year softball career.

I always vowed to have my mini-me daughters take that softball field like a champ. Own it. Run it. Become it.

Until the husb began his shananigan ranting about "Maybe she should play soccer" or "Soccer is one sport I actually understand" or "I could totally play soccer with my kids" blah blah blah.

Somehow Big Sis overheard these shananigan rantings and hopped on the bandwagon. (It's all a conspiracy against softball. I just know it.)

So here we are. Launching into a soccer career at age 4. (You do remember the ballet debacle last year? Was I hoping for a repeat? Well, no. But I sure as heck wasn't purchasing cleats [see pictures] until we got 3 or 4 practices in and I knew she was sticking with it!)

I'm not gonna know any cool soccer cheers (like I would have on the softball field) and I'm not gonna purchase the coolest soccer gear (as she would have had STATE-O-THE-ART softball attire/gear) and I'll never be her coach (coulda sent her Little League team to the WORLD SERIES had I coached the real sport).

But you can be doggone sure when she scores her first goal, I'm gonna scream at the top of my lungs, "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!" just like they do on the beloved Spanish channel, Univision.

And then I might jump up and down and hit someone. Because that's what crazed soccer fans do, and I'm an all or nothing kind of gal.

It is at that time that I will officially become a soccer mom.