Travel Soccer Is Every Parent’s Nightmare

Faraway games, sacrificed weekends, agressive parents—there’s not too much good to say about travel soccer. So why are we schlepping our kids all over creation to play it?

Travel soccer in the Philadelphia suburbs is a nightmare.

We aren’t signing our eight-year-old daughter up for travel soccer.

At least, I’m pretty sure we aren’t. Like, 96.3 percent sure.




Maybe.

My husband and I have only been debating this decision for a year, which is more time than it took us to decide whether to have a third child. The trouble is, last fall, we also didn’t sign Blair up for travel soccer. And then all of her BFFs’ parents signed up all of her BFFs, and they all made the team, and they talked all season long about how much they loooooved travel soccer. In the spring, when our town sent out an announcement about this year’s tryouts, the prodding began. Not from Blair, but other parents: “You should sign her up. She’ll love it.” We know they’re right.

So does Blair. When I ask her if she wants to do it, she says, “Okay.” Of course, she says “okay” to just about anything. She’s cool like that. “Do you want to hunt for snakes?” “Okay!” “Do you want to get sealants at the dentist?” “Okay!” It would seem, then, that travel soccer should be a done deal.

If only it didn’t suck so much.

Having a kid on a travel soccer team requires only slightly less time in a year than it took to build that same child in the womb. All fall, the parents of a travel soccer player must bring said child to two soccer practices during the week, which generally start at dinnertime and can last up to two hours; on weekends, those same parents must transport said child to games that can be hours away, or to tournaments that can be hours away and involve multiple days. And it doesn’t end, either. In the spring, there are mini-leagues and skills sessions and more practices (which adds to the sticker shock of it all, what with the uniforms, gas, fees, pairs of cleats they outgrow monthly … ). With both my husband and me working full-time, and three kids (Blair’s younger sisters are six and two—two!), I barely have time to type this schedule into iCal, much less make it happen in real life.

Sandra in Malvern does it. Her two daughters, both in elementary school, play on travel soccer teams in Lower Merion. Different teams. At different times. In different places. They could play in a league in their hometown, but, explains Sandra, “It just isn’t good enough.”

Apparently, everyone’s doing this, everywhere—Lower Merion, Cherry Hill, New Hope—since colleges are now scouting more and more of these travel teams. So for a kid to have a smidgen of a chance at a scholarship 10 years from now, travel soccer is basically required. The better the travel team, the better your odds. Which may explain why parents are literally going the distance for them.

Still, “The kid has to really want it,” Sandra tells me, though I’m not sure what “it” is that a third-grader would know she “really wants.” To get a soccer scholarship? To drive semi-weekly to Gladwyne? Regardless, if this is what our family life will look like if we have a travel soccer player under our roof (or two travel soccer players, or, sweet Lord in heaven, three), then that’s it. We have to pass. No travel for us. One hundred percent no. Blair can continue to play on our town’s co-ed rec team (a.k.a. “Easy Soccer”), free of the Three T’s—tryouts, traveling and tournaments. If she decides she “really wants” to travel later, we’ll switch then.

Upon hearing my rationale, Sandra is incredulous: “You can’t just suddenly decide when you’re 13 that you want to play travel! You’ll be trying out against kids who’ve been playing hard-core competitive soccer since they were seven! You won’t be able to compete. You have to start young. You have to!”

And suddenly I feel it—that buzz in the back of my throat. I’m pretty sure it emanates from a gland that forms when you become a mother, a special little glob of cray-cray with the sole responsibility of alerting you when you might be doing the one thing no parent ever wants to do—making the wrong decision for your kid.

And this decision is even bigger than I already thought it was. Way bigger. Like, “might alter the course of Blair’s life” bigger. If Blair ends up leaning toward handcrafting bassoons as her life’s passion, we have options to direct her to perfect that skill down the line. But what if it turns out to be soccer? And her parents—too focused on the selfish need they have to, basically, spend less time in a minivan—decided not to sign her up for her only chance at glory?

So.

We are signing up our eight-year-old daughter for travel soccer.

I think.

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  • KoP Soccer Dad

    I’ve had at least 1 child in travel soccer for the past 7 years, with the last 2 years having 3 playing at the same time. Much if not all what’s in this article is true, at least from a parent’s perspective. As I see it, the game itself isn’t flawed nor is the concept, it’s the parents who are the ones that ruin it. And that’s the shame of it. I have spent countless hours in the car with one of my children while my wife is off in another direction for a game with another child someplace else. The things that we talk and laugh about are priceless. Sure, it seems like I have to put my life on hold for those weekends spent traveling to far and distant lands, but when push comes to shove, I’m not really missing much anyway.
    So in the end, let your children be the guide to the level of travel soccer insanity you want to get into. Most kids will be just fine in whatever environment they are placed in so chances are, your local club that’s right around the corner will do just fine.

  • Meg

    I was a little disappointed she caved in at the end. I’m all for making your kid happy but not at the expense of my own happiness and sanity. Life is too rushed as it is.

  • Karen

    A soccer mom friend told me I had to check out this article, as it was really funny. ..I gotta say..while you may call me a “CRAZY soccer mom” , or giggle at how i volunteer for everything at the soccer field..if given the chance to do it all over again..i wouldn’t change a thing.

    Through travel soccer over the past 3 years, I’ve watch both my kids make friends that i think will be their forever friends. I’ve watched their school district network of friends increase five fold (making the transition to middle school less scary), I’ve watched them get better at soccer and gain confidence! I’ve watched them interpret some tough life lessons (like why didn’t i get to play, or why didn’t xx make the A team?). And i’ve watched them smile. They will look back at these years and remember how fun it was and how busy they truly were..even when they aren’t division 1 soccer players. The night everyone ran through the sprinklers and got soaking wet there were puddles in the car and cleats that smelled horrendous..yes those are the memories…And i gotta believe when they look back on their childhood when they are mothers- they will ask “how/why did you juggle it all”..and I’ll smile and say “it was worth it to see you smile..and it was fun..find a great carpool network!”

    But this article missed it..because selfishly, I’ve also made a ton of friends, some that I consider my closest at this stage in my life- the ones that i turn to to discuss the emotions and crazy times at our house…the ones i lean on for support and advice on how to handle situations…the ones that make me laugh hysterically as we discuss the smell of soccer cleats and how to organize the team lunch between games..yes- I think the world of travel soccer is a little intense, perhaps totally unorganized at times but I also think it’s a ton of fun. I also think listening to the over the top parents on the sidelines and studying their behavior is better than most reality tv shows.

    So with that..yes, my kids have learned a ton and their soccer skills have improved signifcantly over the past 3 years..but I also look forward to taking the carpool loop this time..driving 3 giggling girls over an hour away on sunday and listening to them laugh so hard in the car they might pee themselves, then watching them pass to each other on the field and high five after they score goals. Truly that’s what travel soccer is all about!

  • Stein

    The problem with travel Soccer is
    Soccer.
    Play an American sport.

    • CharlieFuchs

      yeah!! MURICA!!! YEAAAA!!!! go back to your home country!!! MURRRRICAAAA!!!!! BEER!!!! REEEEAL FOOTBALL!!! WHITES!!!

  • Dan

    This applies to travel hockey also!

  • Stephani

    Cracky up after reading this! We are all shoved in a hotel room 5 states away for a soccer tournament, i like to call it “Family Bonding”

  • Cameron

    Great thoughts and a great article. However, I think she misses a big part of the equation: Those crazy travel parents are also involved in the “Easy Soccer” league – they are called “Crazy Easy Soccer” parents. It’s okay not to choose travel soccer for many of the reasons listed, but you may as well choose against soccer (or pick any youth sport or activity). If anything, I have found that the crazy travel parents are slightly more educated about what’s going on than the crazy easy soccer parents.

  • Sal Gruttadauria

    The article completely misses the point. That travel soccer is a detriment to learning the game. It teaches them one thing only, how to compete. They have the whole lives to learn that (ex: your job). They should he focused on learning technical skills and applying them at games.

  • CharlieFuchs

    White whine. This article is such a waste of time. This comment is even more of a waste of time. Are you still reading it? WHY???