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I started seriously journaling about my life when I was a middle-aged woman, wife, mother, daughter, and caregiver. About this time I also left a multi-decade corporate career and became a freelance writer and consultant, working out of  my home. Oh, and my elderly mom moved in with my family as well. We became a multigenerational household, and along with becoming her primary caregiver, I continued to do part-time freelancing… and became a world-class volunteer in the public schools system, Scouts, and my local community. A supreme soccer mom, among all of my soccer mom friends.

Flash forward… my mom died at the age of 93 (after living with my family for 9 years), the “kids” left the nest (well, sort of… they do occasionally come back), and I continued to spend my days attempting to find people to pay me for my time and writing talents. Sometimes, however, it was challenging to find work.

At some point along the way, I asked myself, when did I become obsoleted? And with so many of my friends asking the same question, I decided there has to be a story here… or many stories… and so, this blog was born.

I suffer from anxiety and technology-angst (my sons think I am a technology dinosaur), and I try to see humor in my worsening eye-sight and the fact that I no longer own a single tailored suit. This blog is about all of the little moments when we soccer moms – and obsoleted soccer moms –  take on seemingly magical abilities and get the job done. Whatever it is. To perfection.

Dedicated to anyone (soccer moms, corporate moms, dads, and anyone who is or was a caregiver of young or old) out there who sometimes struggles, just a bit… with technology, relationships, aging, caring for loved ones, or just getting through a particular day.

Best, Diane

Remember what we obsoleted soccer moms say…

Or, feel free to email me at DianeDoranBlum@ObsoletedSoccerMom.com