Excuse me for a second, but I just so happen to be a all-star baseball mom “virgin”. Meaning that… my kid was just a normal 6 year old baseball player until 3 weeks ago.
But then, you see, we got this invitation for him to play on what they call the “All-Star” team. That’s when things got serious.
And crazy competitive. Like whoooooa.
All the sudden he had a jersey with his name on the back. And the spectators (aka the parents and grandparents)? Tripled in size. Not to mention that they played REAL baseball games where they followed the three outs rule. No more of the “every kid in the line up bats” kind of baseball.
You see, the problem with this all-star thing was this….
No one freaking warned me I’d want to have a dang anxiety attack each time he was up to bat.
And no one told me that parents would be 800 times more competitive and loud. No one told me that 1st grade all-star baseball was practically like major league baseball.
Not a single person warned me.
I found myself shouting at him from the stands…
“BE READY PARKER! BE READY!”
And my husband… he was coaching him from the sidelines like he might stroke out if he made a bad play.
I just don’t know if my stress levels can take this kind of torture. I mean, I’m not even that competitive and I found myself wanting my kid to be a winner.
Please, all of you seasoned mothers, tell me how you survived all these years of sports…and all-star teams?
Obviously I have years and years of sports ahead in my future. I’m either gonna need your great advice. Or medication.