I didn't go.

Shame on me, but I didn't go to the game on Sunday. I stayed home and ate brownies with my mom, dad and brother.

Other moms went, however, I found out. Maybe they read that sacrifice blog and felt guilted into it. As soon as my daughter came home, I asked, "How was the game?" "Did you win?" and "Were any moms there?" The answers were "Great!" "Yes," and "Yes."

There was yet another game last night, and one of the moms was talking about what a great game it was on Sunday, making me feel even more like a heel. Today I was picking up a few items at the grocery, and the lady in front of me was chatting with the cashier. "How was your Mother's Day?" the cashier politely inquired. "Great. I was at the soccer fields all afternoon, three games in a row."

Now that's a real mom.