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I’m Not Built to Be a Sports Mom
Hey, fellow sports moms, I could really use your help. I see you over there on the sidelines, proudly sporting your team shirt, laden with snacks and water bottles, radiating enthusiasm like this is the Super Bowl. Honestly, I’m a tad envious. As much as I’d love to join your ranks, I’ve come to an unfortunate conclusion: I’m just not cut out to be a sports mom.
For starters, I’ve never really liked sports. In school, I was always the last one picked during gym class—everyone knew I was the clumsy one who had no idea what was going on. Even the thought of joining a high school team couldn’t entice me, no matter the promise of athletic scholarships or, let’s be real, a fabulous figure.
Now that I’m an adult, I couldn’t care less about which pro teams are in the playoffs or who’s competing in the Super World Series Bowl (is that even a thing?). I could easily live a life devoid of sports. But then, the universe decided to give me four boys. And of course, at least a couple of them are sports enthusiasts. So, when two of my sons pleaded to join a basketball league, I reluctantly agreed, secretly kicking and screaming inside. That’s how I found myself in the chaotic world of avid sports fans, realizing with a sinking feeling that I’ll never fit in.
The Struggles of a Non-Sports Mom
First off, my comfy backside is not made for hard bleachers or folding chairs. And don’t even get me started on the time I had to stand packed like a sardine during practice, unable to see my kids—just the backs of other parents’ heads. Then there are the kids themselves. While most of my sons’ teammates are respectful, there are always a few who aren’t. It’s tough watching my little one get elbowed or have the ball snatched away during “free play.” When my son shares his basketball during drills and others don’t, it’s infuriating.
And let’s talk about performance anxiety. I’m the type who cringes watching karaoke, so naturally, observing my kids make the typical mistakes on the court is nerve-wracking. I know it’s not a life-or-death situation, but I can’t help but feel their success—or lack thereof—reflects on me. It’s exhausting!
The mere thought of enduring twice-weekly practices and weekend games fills me with dread. From what I’ve heard, this is just the tip of the iceberg; some parents spend entire weekends racing from game to game, shelling out hundreds for gear and uniforms. Honestly, I’d prefer to invest in a nice basketball hoop for our driveway and watch my kids casually shoot hoops at home, where I can yell at them without the judgment of a crowd.
Embracing the Sports Life
So, it seems team sports will be a part of my life moving forward, and I’ll have to embrace it for the sake of my kids. As a mom, I’m a sucker for their happiness, so I’ll cheer them on—whether I enjoy it or not. But sports moms, I’m gonna need your wisdom—or maybe just a little sedative. You know, whichever comes first.
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In summary, while I may not be the quintessential sports mom, I’m committed to supporting my children in their athletic endeavors, even if it means enduring some discomfort along the way.