I Am A Sports Mom

I am a sports Mom. I thought I knew what this meant. I was comfortable with my role. Register your child. Drive your child to practices and games. Cheer for your child without jeering the other coaches (even if you want to sometimes). Devote many hours every weekend to your child’s activities. Buy snacks and drinks. Refill water bottles. Attend end of season parties. Donate money for coaches gifts. Stock up on sports gear. For years, this is what being a sports mom entailed. It is only until recently that something changed. You see, all your nonchalant “this is just for fun” mentality starts to transform once your son or daughter decides that this sport is a priority. When your child becomes a teenager and tells you that he wants to pursue this passion and play in college. All of a sudden, this sport is no longer just a past-time. Instead, it becomes a pathway. An opportunity.

I am a Sports Mom

Truthfully, I have been struggling with this idea for some time now. I want my son to have everything he desires and deserves, but sometimes it’s hard for me to wrap my head around this whole sports thing. I do not always “get it.” I was not raised around sports or extreme competition. For me, sports are extra curricular activities. But, this is no longer the case. Now, it feels like we are in this intense window of time where every game counts. Every goal is for the highlight reel. Every dropped ball is a deep kick in the stomach. And I hate this window. It feels difficult and stressful. I sometimes long for the days when the kids dug in the sand or pulled flowers.

But, that was never really my son. He always took his sports seriously. He was the first to get in “ready position.” He did not get distracted easily. Instead, he hyper-focused on the coach’s instructions and sometimes seemed robotic in the way he moved because he was thinking through every step. He wanted to do it right.

So, I shouldn’t be surprised. My son works extremely hard every day. He lifts weights and trains. He travels to play in tournaments in front of college recruiters. He comes home with bruises, cuts and sore muscles. Yet, he pushes on and rarely complains. I am in awe of him and his determination. I am in awe when I watch him play with such strength and power. I could never in a million years do what he is doing. So, I cheer for him and I get knots in my stomach as I glance at recruiters taking notes. His father, my husband and his step-mother and I text updates to each other during games. We make sacrifices with our time and money — so much money and so much time year-round.

If one day he says he has had enough or needs a break, then I will support him with this as well. Because it’s not about lacrosse or any sport. I do this because I believe in him. I want the best for my son. MY baby.

Yes, I am a sports Mom. Ultimately though, it’s the Mom part that counts most.

 

About 

Nicole Dash is a writer, blogger and business owner who lives in the suburbs outside Washington, DC with her husband and four children. She started her career as a journalist and copy editor. She also managed public relations and corporate communications for a national franchise company, but in 2006 started a child care business. In 2012, she launched Tiny Steps Mommy, a lifestyle and parenting blog that quickly gained a following and connected her to an expansive group of women-owned businesses. In 2013, she started a digital marketing consulting business that focused on growing community in an authentic way. Through those connections she was inspired to open Play, Work or Dash, a coworking space that also offers onsite childcare up to three hours per day. It is where like-minded professionals pursue their business goals with the extra level of support parents desire; a place where you "bring your kids to work." She is an active member of the Washington, DC blogger community. She has been published on The Washington Post, Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, Mamalode and Pop Sugar.

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  1. Blanca Alvarado says:

    Bravo for you! Many parents lose sight of this and want to live vicariously through their child. You want him to be well rounded in all areas of His upbringing,not just sports. He’s a wonderful young man.