Thursday, June 9, 2011

The coach

"A coach is someone who tells you what you don't want to hear, who has you see what you don't want to see, so you can be who you have always known you could be."
~Tom Landry
 
Every single time I sit at one of my kids ball games I am so ever grateful for their coaches. Just last night, as I was sitting there in the 90-degree plus ball field,  I can't help but feel so thankful for these great men that take time from their busy schedules to be coaching one of my kids.
This year we are so very lucky to have some really great coaches for each, my daughter's softball team and my son's baseball team. When I say great, I mean this in a number of ways. Sure they are great at what they do: teach my kid how to throw a ball, swing a bat, and catch that pop-up. Sure they are great at scheduling intense practices, running through drills, and helping to get that win. But what truly makes them great, in my eyes, is their complete dedication to their own kids, my kids, and all of the team kids. These guys work full-time jobs prior to coming to the field. These guys have families, priorities, busy lives...yet, they are there, faithfully (with smiles on their faces!) standing on that warm dusty field waiting for my child, ready to coach.
 
These men give that batter that just swung out at bat a pat on the back and a "you did great, kid".
These great men give credit to that "other" teams great catch out in center field, with clapping and a "great catch!"
These coaches teach with their soft-spoken voices, gentle correction, and high-fives after a tough go at the plate.
 
You see, these great coaches do care if they win or lose, but the priority is helping each and every child be the best they can be. Correcting that improper swing, teaching to extend that leg into that slide into second, and giving the importance of brushing off the dust after a missed catch in outfield and continuing the game.
I feel that if you truly teach a child how to just play baseball (or softball, basketball, etc..) that is not enough. A good coach also needs to teach that child how to persevere, how to tolerate, and how to believe in themselves.
 
 Years from now that child will remember that coach and, it will not be just because of winning the game.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Popsicle days

Well, I did it! I found myself in the ice cream aisle at the store yesterday, eyeing all the different boxes of frozen treats and finally deciding on which box of popsicles to buy. This can only mean one thing and one thing only...it is almost summer!

My three kids only have one week of school left. In other words...Mama only has one week left to have "quiet-morning-coffee-time...alone!". Though I will miss my few peaceful minutes of quality me-time, I am truly looking forward to summertime with the kiddies.

Each new summer though brings new challenges. For my "kiddies" are growing up. My now almost 7th grader, 5th grader, and 3rd grader are not always so easily amused, as was the case when they younger. A simple impromptu walk through the nature trails is now accompanied by, an "ugh, it is SO buggy outside", and "I am sweating!!"and "how long do we have to be here?"  A five-minute trip to the grocery store turns into an hour long power struggle as to whom will push the cart, the "why can't we buy that!" monologue, and "how LONG do we have to be here?!" chant.

Mama is not always so fun to be with 24/7 anymore, especially for my oldest. He still "likes" my company, but I think he prefers the time with his like-minded 12 year-old friends. Can I really blame him? His newest obsession, fishing, will be a refreshing alternative to his usual video game/iTouch routine this summer. Yippee...hooks in fish eye balls and for sure in my thumb! No, really, it will be very fun.

One favorite routine that is a summertime must for us, and our street friends, are the bottomless boxes of popsicles. It seems like every day or so any number of kids can be found dashing, house to house, between inflatable pools or semi-working sprinklers, grasping a colorful dripping wooden sticked treat. "Can I have another" is the summertime mantra in our neck of the woods. The response is an almost definite, "SURE!" Heck, why not. Summer is short, kids are only kids for such a brief, precious time. This is the stuff memories are made of.

No real "activities" are on the agenda for us this summer. No have-to-get-up-by-8 for us! Summer can bend and weave around what we want to do, and it will be grand.