Entering the Age of Sports

I loved sports. Check that. I loved soccer growing up. I loved running. I loved running faster than the boys. I loved being good at sports. I loved the camraderie, the uniforms, the smell of freshly cut grass.

I loved that my parents supported me - my dad was my biggest fan. He was at every game and supported me no matter what. While playing softball, my least favorite sport, I once had to pitch an inning. It was horrible, torturous. I couldn't throw a strike to save my life. But no matter what, my dad was proud of me. I still remember that inning. I think it was as hard for him as it was for me, but he never let me know. I only remember him being supportive, and proud. No matter what.

So far, Mr. A has loved swimming lessons. He has no fear, which is amazing to watch. I want him to continue to love sports. I want to be the parent that he looks back and says - my mom was always there for me. I want him to look back and think, my mom was proud of me - no matter what. That I didn't push him, that I hugged him when he needed it, that I stood strong when he needed it.

I never realized how much love and strength and letting go a parent needs to watch their children grow up, play sports, to become their own amazing person. I can only hope I follow in my dad's impressive footsteps.

This post was inspired by The Matheny Manifesto by Mike Matheny. St. Louis Cardinals manager Matheny shares his tough-love philosophy for children's team sports that translate to everyday life. Join From Left to Write on February 12th as we discuss The Matheny Manifesto. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.