So, you know that my boy has joined this competitive baseball team for the spring. Wow! What a shock to all of us. Uniforms, bat bags, traveling, etc. I think we all were prepared for all of it. But the part that blindsided us was the "click" that the team had before we joined. Unbeknownst that to us, there was a team. Contrary to what it seemed when we (Jake) "tried out."
Sidenote: I always say we because I consider every event in our children's lives something we all did. Grades, baseball, basketball, cheer leading, etc. Chris and I supported them through encouragement & of course, money. But they do the work. Back to the thought...
My boy, who has been rather successful at baseball until this team, is now being told that he's not in the "best 9" and doesn't always get to play...or bat. So we've spent the money to purchase these fancy uniforms, we travel either 25 or 70 miles each weekend to support the team, and he doesn't always get to play? What the heck? I'm venting here... bare with me.
He does play some, but not what he would like to...what we'd like to have him play. The thing that gets me is the promise to play when others make errors. And when errors are made, well...the coach isn't doing what he did at the beginning of the season. Now, I know I'm bellyaching, and venting, but it would be different if my boy was just a lunatic running around and making errors out on the field. Waaa, right? I sound totally like a mother. And I am a mother. This kid's mother. He's got skills that are being wasted.
Now, he is learning alot about stealing bases, which he hadn't had much experience with before this season. And maybe some other things that escape me at this weakened moment. But it's so frustrating for me, as his mother to watch him struggle to make these coaches happy. It's like putting out fires. He thinks he's doing alright for a while and then BAM!, they slug him with a "you could've done that better." I'm sure I'm totally blowing this out of proportion...actually I know I am. BUT, remember I'm venting.
There is gossiping behind people's back...the coaches' back actually. Questioning their judgments and calls. I listen. No comment. I'm usually one of the loudest that cheerers in the galley. But I'm having trouble. I'm stifled by my anger, disappointment with the adults leading this team and fear that I'm making a bad decision to allow my boy to stay on this team that won't give him the chance to shine.
I've seen the small victories though. Like the day that my boy got to play second base (his normal position) and shined like a new penny. Even got the game ball that the coach said he never gives out. But it seemed that after that, the tide turned ... something changed. I'm still trying to figure that one out.
Right field. Pitch a half an inning (the last out). A bone here, a scrap there.
I've got to search for some sort of speech to give myself. Because Jake doesn't seem too fazed by the whole thing. And I don't want to ruin his mindset. I encourage him. And I try not to complain in front of him. But it's hard not to when I think he's being done wrong.
Anyone lived this life? Send encouragement.
I'm moving on...the best I can.
Thanks for listening.
Sidenote: I always say we because I consider every event in our children's lives something we all did. Grades, baseball, basketball, cheer leading, etc. Chris and I supported them through encouragement & of course, money. But they do the work. Back to the thought...
My boy, who has been rather successful at baseball until this team, is now being told that he's not in the "best 9" and doesn't always get to play...or bat. So we've spent the money to purchase these fancy uniforms, we travel either 25 or 70 miles each weekend to support the team, and he doesn't always get to play? What the heck? I'm venting here... bare with me.
He does play some, but not what he would like to...what we'd like to have him play. The thing that gets me is the promise to play when others make errors. And when errors are made, well...the coach isn't doing what he did at the beginning of the season. Now, I know I'm bellyaching, and venting, but it would be different if my boy was just a lunatic running around and making errors out on the field. Waaa, right? I sound totally like a mother. And I am a mother. This kid's mother. He's got skills that are being wasted.
Now, he is learning alot about stealing bases, which he hadn't had much experience with before this season. And maybe some other things that escape me at this weakened moment. But it's so frustrating for me, as his mother to watch him struggle to make these coaches happy. It's like putting out fires. He thinks he's doing alright for a while and then BAM!, they slug him with a "you could've done that better." I'm sure I'm totally blowing this out of proportion...actually I know I am. BUT, remember I'm venting.
There is gossiping behind people's back...the coaches' back actually. Questioning their judgments and calls. I listen. No comment. I'm usually one of the loudest that cheerers in the galley. But I'm having trouble. I'm stifled by my anger, disappointment with the adults leading this team and fear that I'm making a bad decision to allow my boy to stay on this team that won't give him the chance to shine.
I've seen the small victories though. Like the day that my boy got to play second base (his normal position) and shined like a new penny. Even got the game ball that the coach said he never gives out. But it seemed that after that, the tide turned ... something changed. I'm still trying to figure that one out.
Right field. Pitch a half an inning (the last out). A bone here, a scrap there.
I've got to search for some sort of speech to give myself. Because Jake doesn't seem too fazed by the whole thing. And I don't want to ruin his mindset. I encourage him. And I try not to complain in front of him. But it's hard not to when I think he's being done wrong.
Anyone lived this life? Send encouragement.
I'm moving on...the best I can.
Thanks for listening.
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