No mom signs the kid up for team sports because she gets excited about the extra driving, the complicated scheduling, or the chopped -up weekends. Trust me. This is a fact.
And it’s true for me, too.
When our sons were little, I dreaded the day they’d want to play sports, if truth be told. The rap about soccer moms and families whose lives revolve around sports really turned me off.
I am absolutely convinced that my guys have grown. Learned teamwork. Become more confident. And that they’re well on their way to becoming men.
Max plays flag football in spring and fall and basketball in the winter. Reed plays basketball in the winter (and trombone all year, but that’s another story for another day).
Last basketball season, the boys were ‘drafted’ onto teams where they didn’t know even one other player. Shocking, because there must be 20 boys in each age group from our schools that play in the league. But things happen, right?
I was bummed out. The practices were far away. The boys had to make new relationships. The coaches were unknown to us.
The boys, while thinking it’d be nice to have a friend or two on the team already, were not really all that concerned. In fact, when they heard me talking to Andrew about lack of carpools and camaraderie, they said they absolutely did not want me to try to change them to a team with their peers. They were F.I.N.E.
And that started the best season for both boys that we’ve ever had. They made friends. They had amazingly stupendous, encouraging coaches. Together, this great group of kids led by compassionate and talented men, became teams. Really good, strong, cohesive teams.
When it was time to sign up last week for next winter’s league, I asked the boys if they wanted me to put any requests on the form. For specific kids? Coaches?
And the immediate response was “No, Mom. We’re good.” And I realized that my guys were going to be just fine in this world. They could walk into a situation and make it work for them. They had inner strength and motivation. And, not to be corny, they are team players.
And I’m really proud.
I get all sorts of alerts for moms to blog or tweet about different things. I don’t consider myself a mommy blogger, but clearly I am a mom and a blogger. And so when I saw that Liberty Mutual (not my insurance company – or at least I don’t think so, but Andrew would know for sure. Yikes. That’s terrible, isn’t it?) was sponsoring a program that supports volunteer youth sports coaches and parents who help our children succeed both on and off the field, gives community grants (in a time when communities are seeing cutbacks in funding for sure!) , and is maintaining a site with some terrific resources, and they were hoping that some bloggers would give them some ink, I decided wtf, I’d do it. ResponsibleSports.com. It’s nice. And I don’t say that lightly.
And I think it’s really important.