T-Ball, Obstacles and Twirling to Home

by Leila on October 26, 2012

When my friends asked me if I wanted to get my son in T-ball with their boys I was hesitant.

My son isn’t exactly the sporty type.

It’s also hard for us to commit to anything because my daughter’s chronic pain and health needs can flare up at anytime. We don’t like to be in the situation where her flare ups can cause someone to miss out.

That makes her feel terrible so I try to modify our lives so that we minimize those scenarios.

Something as simple as one person joining a team sport is a family decision. We all have to be supportive of this and figure out solutions. Both of the kids have food allergies so team snacks can be a hurdle. Thankfully, that was easy to deal with since a good friend of mine was the team Mom and her husband the coach and were happy to accomodate.

Life is full of all sorts of obstacles… big and small. It seems like an awful lot to consider with just T-Ball but we take commitments very seriously, have a few more obstacles than most do and… uh, I really don’t like commitments.

Every challenge is an opportunity in disguise…

One thing that I try to instill in my kids is to never make excuses and be resourceful.

My daughter made a “Practice and Game” bag where she filled it with a hat (sun aggravates her autoimmune issues), books, journals and a box full of oil pastels, colored pencils and pens. She also had extra snacks and a backup supply of her medicine.

On the days she wasn’t feeling well she planned to sit, relax and have some time to read or create. This was most days during that time.

Other challenges make you realize your kid is kind of crazy…

My son was excited. He was part of a team sport for the first time. For days before a practice he was amped. He would have conversations with himself before practices and games and decide he was going to be the best.

Then those games and practices rolled around…

He spent most of the time in the outfield making dirt angels or army crawling.

He would constantly ask if it was over yet.

He spent more time focusing on the trees, the birds in those trees, the clouds above the trees and birds whiled he obsessed over knocking on his cup.

He would ask other kids as they came near his base if they wore cups too.

He told jokes about his cup.

When he ran to home plate he twirled like a champ.

He just didn’t seem to want to be there and that was fine. Maybe it wasn’t his thing.

Then I broke my foot and had to rely on my friends to get him to and from all the practices and games for a few weeks. I apologized, assumed he was still in full cup obsession, twirly and is-it-over-yet mode. I almost pulled him because I was worried he was annoying everyone. 

I made the last couple practices and the final games when I could walk in a boot. Sure, he was still being his colorful self but something also changed. He was really going after the ball. He was trying hard. He was getting the game. He was beaming and proud of himself.

He told me after his last game that he wanted to make me proud and show me he was a good t-ball player. He also told me that he was sad when I wasn’t there so when I was able to come back I would see how hard he was working.

Later that day he ran around the house with his jock strap and cup over his face and said it was his new superhero mask.

He quickly realized how disgusting of an idea that was.

Disclosure: All opinions expressed are my own. I was compensated for this post.

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About Leila DontSpeakWhinese

Leila, aka The Ninja, is the advocate for all things not whining. Parenting is fun when everyone stops b*tching! She is the Mom of a big blended family of five awesome kids. They ninja kick through life together. Oh and she is a total jackass.

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