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| Who's Your Mama?

May 10, 2007


Anne Tergesen

When my oldest son—now in 3rd grade—started kindergarten, I was horrified to discover that he was the only boy in his class who didn’t know how to play an organized sport. Soccer, baseball, hockey, whatever—as working parents of three very young kids, we had blown it all off.

Watching him try to keep up with the other boys during an after-school soccer game, I had one of those pangs of guilt that working moms understand all too well. So, I picked one sport—baseball, the only one I had a clue about—and worked with him until he understood the rules and had a basic level of competence with bat and mitt. It worked – all too well. Three years later, I have a huge case of Little League blues.

My Saturday mornings used to be devoted to sleep—or catching up after a week of deprivation. Now, Saturdays in spring are consumed by one thing: baseball. Batter up! Between practices and games, we’ve got to be on one field or another two, three, even four times a day. Sometimes, we get lucky and our two boys have games scheduled close together and at the same field. More often, one has a game at 8:00 a.m. while the other doesn’t play until afternoon. Instead of catching up on my sleep, I consume huge amounts of caffeine and vow to go to bed early—which of course never happens.

Of course, the games themselves can be exciting to watch and sometimes hilarious, too. It’s also been fascinating for someone as uncoordinated as me to watch my kids develop athletic skills. But tired all spring, I secretly curse baseball. I pray that it will rain on Saturday mornings (and clear up by afternoon). In passive aggressive fashion, I’ve avoided teaching my youngest to play. (He’s more of an artist than an athlete, I rationalize.) Next year, though, he’ll turn five and become eligible for T-ball. Then, we’ll have three games and three practice sessions to contend with and my life truly will consist of three things—work, kids, and baseball.

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I hear you - although I do find t-ball b-o-r-i-n-g! #1 son plays soccer and #2 son plays t-ball (they're only allowed one sport) my daughter turns 3 in 2 weeks - I don't know what we're going to do when she starts - already the neighbors are asking us about signing her up for ballet. We're a one car family and juggling the activities is a challenge - I too am kind of hoping for rain this weekend. We used to make pancakes on Sat mornings, now we rush to games... But - it's good exercise for them - right?

Posted by: maria at May 11, 2007 01:20 PM

There are some books that teach young children about sports and outdoor exploration using characters in a series.

Taking the kids around can be challenging - but what else are we going to do?

I would love to hear any funny stories about things kids do when playing sports. (ie picking up a soccer ball and running with it.) LOL

Posted by: Kakie at May 12, 2007 11:46 PM

As a working mother of 3 boys I can empathize. My oldest is in college but played baseball, travel soccer, travel hockey and lacrosse while growing up. My middle son also played those same sports, but he went one step further and had to play travel lacrosse as well. My youngest son, age 13, has now given up all organized sports for tennis. We often had to be at multiple overlapping games every weekend of the school year, as well as after school and work on weekdays. We rejoiced when our oldest got his drivers license, and when the middle one's hockey season finally ended this winter (although we joked about what we would do next year on Saturday nights without hockey games to go to).

Posted by: ellen at May 14, 2007 02:11 PM

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