Put Me In Coach

Lord help me, I have got to be one of the worst sports Moms in history.

I just have a terrible attitude. About everything.

Seriously, it's TBALL. Why should anything matter at this point, right?  Right?

I've just been super frustrated with our coach. Which I think is like rule number 1 in the code of good sportsmanship - always respect the coach. And I am respectful.  I mean, I would never actually say any of the things that are floating through my mind. That's respectful, right? Kinda?

And I'm not even talking about the fact that she slapped her husband's company logo right on the middle of our team shirts. Which would be fine if he was sponsoring our team. That I would completely understand. But he isn't.  So basically, you just took this as an opportunity to have a bunch of people buy shirts to promote his construction company.

No, what I'm frustrated with is the lack of direction and guidance provided to the team. They need instruction, consistency, leadership. They need a coach!

They need practice. And when you spend 38 minutes (yes I actually timed it) of a one hour practice lining them up in the outfield, then realigning them, and then lining them up again...well, they don't actually get to practice. Listen, I know we want them to build good skills. But these girls are 3-6 years old. They stand still for like 10 nanoseconds. So just get them in the general direction and let's go!  While we still have a sliver of their attention!

I know I should have a better attitude. Our coach is a volunteer and I should be grateful that she's taking time out of her life to coach our team. I know this, I do. But it's just SO hard.

So this is a good opportunity for me to practice grace. I've worked really hard at keeping my facial expressions clear so what I'm thinking isn't obvious to everyone else.  I'm not saying I've perfected that, I just said I was working really hard at it...

And I've managed to avoid talking about the coach to the other moms. Although, I didn't exactly disagree the other day when a few of the moms were venting about the same frustrations I have. But I've also decided that I'm not sitting next to them at the next game. Not because I don't like them but simply because I don't trust myself enough to keep my mouth shut.  Because I know, no matter how I feel, I can't talk about the coach. 

Until I get home and put the kids to bed. Then it's on.