I have a confession. I’ve never been good at sports. At least not any sport that requires any type of hand eye coordination. Football, softball, volleyball, tennis? Nope. Nada. Not for me.
Now dance? Dance I can totally get behind. Turn on some music and ask me to shake that thang and I can do it. Just don’t ask me to throw a ball. Or catch it. Or hit it.
Another confession? I’m terrified I’ve passed my ineptitude on to my children. I know lots of things are genetic, but I’m hoping and praying that the ability to catch, hit, and throw is not.
See, Big Girl started coach pitch softball this year. She has wanted to play for awhile, but we just weren’t ready for her to do it yet. (Actually it was David that wasn’t ready.) Now that Bud is old enough to play t-ball we decided to sign up both of them.
Monday was her first practice. I was pretty worried. I sat in my lawn chair with the other parents on the sidelines and watched the coach teach the girls how to hold their mitts to properly catch the ball. Then I sat and watched as he threw it to them over and over and over. And I watched Big Girl miss it over and over and over.
Now I know this is her first year, and a lot of the other girls have played before, and of course they weren’t catching every ball thrown to them either, but still… My momma heart was just breaking.
I just want my baby to be so good at everything (even though I know that isn’t possible). I don’t care if she is the best, but I would like for her to at least be somewhere in the middle. I just don’t want her to feel like she isn’t good enough… at anything.
After practice she ran up to me so excited, just beaming.
“Momma, did you see that really great catch? I know I missed the ball a lot, but that one time… that one time was a really great catch.”
Oh my sweet girl… I know I have so much to teach you, but I also have so much to learn.
This post was inspired by Sellabit Mom whose precious girl helped me have a new perspective.
I’m linking this post up with Parenting by Dummies for Wordful Wednesday and Things I Can’t Say for Pour Your Heart Out.