This year my son played baseball for the first time. Neither my husband nor I ever played organized sports, so it was a new experience for the entire family. The season had its ups and downs – it was clear that most of the other parents had more background knowledge, and some knew each other from t-ball. My son really struggled at first, not only had he never played, he had never even seen a baseball game before. We were lucky and had great coaches, that really worked with all of the kids. Also, in the first round of games, they were allowed to use the tee, but then transitioned away from that. This led to my son striking out several times in a row, but when he finally did hit it, the parents on our team reacted like he had won the entire game. It was really fun to watch my son start to consistently hit the ball, and awesome to watch his entire team really improve and start playing as a team over the course of the season.
There were plenty of moments of high drama during the season, and one team that I dreaded playing, because things always seemed to get heated, but yesterday was our last game – and I realized I will miss it. We only missed one game the entire season, and that was because I read the schedule wrong once, and we missed the second game. There were several games that no one wanted to go to, my son wanted to quit, and we were tired from our lives. Also, like I said, neither my husband nor I are very into sports.
This morning, I realized that after the intensity of the final tournament this weekend, I was actually sad to see the season end. My son is sad too – his team won the tournament, and he is excited to wear his medal around – but I don’t think I would have predicted this outcome when we all started this season.
It made me think that there are a lot of things that I have just dismissed, because I know I don’t like them – and that maybe I am wrong about some of those. Also, it made me think I need to keep trying new approaches with those students that don’t want to read – I need to keep striving to find ways to help them through their struggle. If we always quit when something gets too hard, we might cheat ourselves of an experience we might really enjoy.