We have taken
on the role of COACH, teaching the fundamentals of baseball. If only it was that simple. I can’t count the hats we will wear this
season. We have taken on, the job of
parent, of each kid, tying shoes and wiping noses. We act as a disciplinarian when the kids are
sword fighting, with the bats. We smile
in the part of listener, when each kid has a story that never ends, and they
must tell you at that very moment. We act
goofy just to keep their attention and do our best to be a comedian. We are their nurse, placing band aids on
boo-boos. We wear a black and white
referee hat when a kid wrestles with his own teammate, for the ball. Oh, the hats coaches wear.
It is my
opinion that coaching and dealing with other people’s children might be one of
the most challenging and rewarding things a parent can do. I suppose that is why we do it. Coaching little kids sometimes feels like
herding cats. The reward comes when you
see that kid hit the ball for the first time and run to first base with a huge
smile across their face. It’s the
moments of innocence when a kid doesn’t know how to put on their glove or how
to stand in the batter’s box. Coaches mold kids into who they will be, in the future. This season, when I wonder what we have gotten ourselves into, I will remind myself of a saying I read. “The expert in anything was once a beginner. “ So I’ll continue to have my patience pushed to its limits and be the most positive influence I know how to be. I hope to have an outstanding baseball season as mom, disciplinarian, listener, comedian, nurse, referee and COACH. A job with that many hats must be important.
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