Katie Wisdom Weinstein: Springtime and softball games. Cut grass and worn leather softball mitts. Cut oranges, freshly raked dirt, smiling girls ... and wait, what is that noise? The screaming? Who are those people?
Let me explain. My daughter loves her new softball team. At 10 years old, this is her first foray into team sports. The coach is amazing and patient with these cute butterballs on the field. Supportive and mellow, he coaches his pack of tweens like a pro. From the dugout I hear his cheering and enthusiasm.
The bleachers are another story. It is like a shark pit of unfounded dreams. The mom who brought the oranges and water for the team looked so nice when she sat down. She turns into a screaming maniac when the game starts. She begins to shame her overweight daughter. "Run! Run! Run faster! What is your problem?" There is a dad who paces the first baseline, screaming at these little girls to steal bases, and he berates the ump. Who are you people? Are you doing this to relive your glory sports days? Were you teased and mocked as a child and creating a new sporty image for your child? Hold the phone. I cannot manage it anymore.
I have had enough of the nightmare sports parents. I have taken to singing cheers and enlisted other friendly parents to do the same. We sit in the front row and drown out the screamin' meanies. Our faithful coach finally created a contract for parents. It states that no parent will yell unfriendly, unhelpful, or negative comments from the sidelines. Any parent found in violation will be asked to leave. Now, what was I saying? The smell of cut grass, fresh dirt....
|Katie Wisdom Weinstein is a professional modern momma. She lives in Portland, Oregon, in a 100-year-old house with her husband, Jess, and her two children, Ruby, age 10, and Skylar, age 12. Cooking, camping, negotiating with pre-teens, and allowing a zoo of animals in her house are her pastimes.|