Soccer has this mom sweating! YIKES! Sports with preschoolers.
Welcome to the latest True Tales from the Pink & Blue Trenches a weekly blog series rooted in the comedy of raising toddlers! Co-hosted by Melissa from Home on Deranged, written boy vs. girl style. This week the boys are up to bat or I should say running the offense.
Let me begin by saying this post had me troubled from the start. I actually had to look up if it was preschooler or pre-schooler (and according to Webster’s it “preschooler”). Okay now that I have that grammar stress partially behind me… I can admit I am feeling better about this topic this week, than I felt the previous week.
Dad decided he wanted to coach soccer. I have dreaded this moment. My older son, Hayden, has never really shown much interest in the outdoors. At all. He hates bugs, is semi-scared of heights and has no competitive (or aggressive) bones in his little body. He is very social, gentle natured and is never ever in a hurry. To do anything.
Chuck (my husband) grew up with a coach as a father and played every sport in school. He excelled in wrestling. He is VERY competitive. I, on the other hand was known as “space cadet” in gym class and aside from a weekend bowling team, had limited recreational sport interactions as a child. In fact, I avoided sweating and running at all costs. I would hide behind the others and whenever possible tried to just blend in. I hated feeling like I stuck out, and I knew I did.
We had enrolled Hayden in a few day clinics (tumbling, t-ball, basketball and soccer) as well as a swim class. He played the “class clown” role in all.
As of this month he was old enough for the YMCA spring soccer sign-up. OH BOY.
NOW I can officially hand over my “space cadet” title.
The first practices and game was hard to watch. Hayden showed no interest. Zip, nada, none. He listened very little. He cried often. His team-mates were all active and happy. I cringed at my memories. Making it worse, my 22 month-old Henry was attempting to join in the game and probably could score a goal or two.
I referenced this in my #AAF post last week and I was glad, because many parents who had “been there” told me- it could get better.
This weeks’ game was SOOOO much better. He still wasn’t very aggressive. In fact, I am not sure he touched the ball- but he did kinda run with his team. He didn’t cry when someone kicked the ball to him. It wasn’t 30 minutes of absolute torture for me to witness and it didn’t give me PTSD episodes from my youth.
Perhaps, I stress too much on his behalf. It is okay if he isn’t athletic, we just want him to have the opportunity to be exposed to different activities and to hopefully, at least to try.
What was your first experience with sports with preschoolers like? Any tips/tricks/funny stories?
Join us again next Thursday for Melissa’s “Pink” side of The True Tales from the Pink and Blue Trenches!
Hint Hint… SHE IS THE COACH! THIS WILL BE GOOD!
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