So, I had an interesting weekend. Friday my 5-yr-old had his very first T-Ball game. I was excited. I was pumped. I was beyond thrilled to sit on the stands and cheer for my baby and all his team mates that I’ve come to love the last few weeks.
My son is on the Texas Rangers and, besides battling the dirt stains on his white baseball pants (Come on! Who’s bright idea was it to give 5-yr-old’s white pants?), I’ve come to the realization that being in Little League comes withe a price tag. I’m not JUST talking about the money. I’m talking about SO much more. From politics, to Baseball Moms, and all the way back to the amount of time families must devote to the game, Little League is not for the faint of heart. I, my friends, have found out the hard way.
I may just hate this sport.
What was his deal? His DEAL was that one of our parents complained that we only had one practice. His DEAL was that my husband (who is simply a parent who stepped up to help when we found out we didn’t have a coach who could devote his time because of work), only had one practice. This “President” was out of line and, simply put, just mean about it.
While we have worked out our differences, it’s left a bitter taste in my mouth for this game. I told my Mom a few days ago, “Mom, he just walked onto the field, interrupted practice and yelled at Brian for things that are out of our hands, things that the League should be helping us with, like equipment, like a friggin rule book, like a decent field to practice on, like a head coach who has TIME to devote to practice.”
That’s when she told me…
“Sara, it’s just the start. You never saw your father get yelled at when you guys were kids. You never saw the politics, the behind-the-scenes, the imbalance and favoritism. If it wasn’t for the dedication from your Dad and Uncles, your brother’s team would have never been as successful as they were. The cards were stacked up against us, that’s for sure.”
The cards are stacked up against us too and I hate it.
While the other teams were being drafted, our team was simply sitting there. No coach. No plan. No nothing. So, before our game on Friday, we only had 3 practices. We also learned that the other teams in our division are good. Really good. Our team has battled with:
- Not having a head coach
- Practicing in a field with grass up to the kids knees
- Not having equipment
- Not having bases
- Not having direction
While it’s definitely not the parent’s fault, I have an issue. I have a BIG issue once I learned that the other teams have better practice fields to play on, have an abundance of coaches, who have had their team roster WAY before we did, and have advantages we just don’t have.
Am I here to complain?
Because what I’ve ALSO learned is that if you don’t KNOW a board member or YOU’RE not a board member, you’re simply left to survive on your own… survive through the tall grass and ants of the practice field and be forced to come together as parents to make this season a memorable one for our children.
Do I wish it was different?
Heck yeah I do.
Are you a veteran Little League Mom? Do you have any tips for us newbies on surviving the season and navigating our way through the behind-the-scenes mess? I’ll be writing about our journey through T-ball all season long. From finding the best way to wash the baseball uniform, to how my little guy is enjoying it, and even finding a balance for your family through this chaotic time (Just an FYI, I haven’t cooked an actual meal since the season began. I had no idea it would be this busy and how it would affect my other children).
Latest posts by Sara Patterson (see all)
- Music Monday: Just Breathe - June 20, 2016
- There is a wolf prowling our schools - May 25, 2016
- Music Monday: I completely adore the song “Priceless” - May 23, 2016