I have a couple of friends with older children- middle school/high school aged- and all they do is sit at their kids’ games.
Softball, soccer, baseball, basketball… every evening, on the bleachers. Weekends? Tournaments. One to two FULL DAYS of more bleachers.
And I want my girls to have the opportunity to play whatever sports they want, and be in choir and band and school plays, and join clubs etc. But with all of those things- minus the sports- it’s just a matter of getting the kid to and from the practice/rehearsal/meeting. Any sort of performance happens once a season- at most.
Sports, though. Ugggg. It’s like, a game a minute or some shit.
When I was growing up, I wasn’t into sports much at all. My dad was a long-distance runner, my brother was in wrestling and cross country, and I
stood around in left field with a glove on my head played softball. My younger two siblings did a few sports too, but I was out of the house by then.
I don’t even remember if my parents were at my games. I mean, I know they came to some… Then again, I was probably hoping they WOULDN’T come; less witnesses when you strike out and all that jazz.
My own daughters are not exactly athletically inclined either. Their Phy Ed report cards always make David and I laugh: O+ for attitude, participation, etc*. Wonderfully cheerful comments punctuated with SEVERAL!!!!!! exclamation points!!!!! about how lovely they are to have in class. And then, you flip to the other side and see they ran the mile in 18 minutes and could do less than ZERO pull-ups.
(*O is for outstanding.)
For now we have a “one activity at a time” rule. This winter it was gymnastics (which they love and are average at.) Over the summer we relax that rule a little, since lots of things overlap. They are taking tennis, swimming lessons, and a theater class.
I know that at some point, however, they may find a sport that they love. And of course, we’ll back them 100%. I’ll even buy a big ol‘ bag of sunflower seeds and one of those fancy bleacher chairs with a back. I’ll cheer my little heart out.
(Wait… are the sunflower seeds just a stereotype, or are they actually required? They make my tongue hurt…)
But I can’t say I’m looking forward to it.
I can think of 48592904 other things to do with my evenings/weekends. Ya know?