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A SARINE THOUGHT… OR TWO COLUMN BY EMI LY SARINE
Put me in, Coach!
photo by Maddy Green
it is not for the faint of heart. It’s a non-stop, full-throttle, adrenaline- inducing race to get your child to every practice, warm-up and game whatever the sport of the moment. For some, it is a calling. For others, it is a tolerance. But for all, it is what we do on the “reg” for our precious sports-loving offspring. Personally, I cannot claim to enjoy all aspects of the sports momming life. While I have many extroverted tendencies, I also value A LOT of time in my domestic domicile. I really love having all my people within the four walls of our home with nothing on the calendar except for the occasional spur-of-the-moment activity. However, because my son, Jack, really, REALLY loves sports, I take pleasure in stepping out of my introverted tendencies to see him enjoy something he’s passionate about. Let’s be honest, mommas, if there’s anything our kids are truly passionate about, whether it be sports, music, art, dance, or technology and that passion does not harm their little spirits, we need to be completely on board. Period. I was not the mom who dreamed of trophies and sideline snack distribution upon learning Jack was a boy during that telling
sonogram. I was more excited about all the cute baby clothes and the nursery I was going to decorate for my little boy. I had also already gotten the “okay” from his dad to be allowed to keep him in smocked clothing until, at least, two years old! (#southernmommasunite) As he got older, began playing and being mobile, it was extremely obvious that he was drawn to sports. If we would do it, that child would sit and roll a ball with either Ross or myself for hours. He just really liked it. Around two years old, he had the most precious, tiny basketball goal with little-bitty basketballs that he would slam dunk. You better know that we were cheering on every basket! So cute! Then, we entered the time of organized sports. We tried all that were available to us: soccer, tee-ball, basketball and flag football. Let it just be said, there is nothing cuter than a 3’-5” child in a ball cap and jersey purchased large enough for their name and number to fit across the back! I could eat those kids up with a spoon! EEEEKKK! At the beginning, it was like watching two adults herd cats between white lines on a small field of grass. It was adorable! As Jack grew and he learned the ropes of each sport, the entertainment was more
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