Spring sports are ready to go here and my second grade son is excited for lacrosse. Even more excited is my kindergarten daughter who debuts in her youth lacrosse league this year. Sidelined no longer because she’s too young, she’s been tearing around the yard with her cleats, goggles, and stick for weeks now.
Then comes the email…if nobody steps forward to coach the kindergarteners before Monday (3 days away), the kindergarten lacrosse season will be cancelled. Insert audible sigh by me because I felt as though the email was talking directly to me. Except for the fact I have NEVER played lacrosse, it would be easy for me to volunteer because I’m around, I’ll be at every practice anyway, I’m in good enough shape to run around with 5 year olds. I’m a teacher so how hard can wrangling some small kids outdoors be for an hour twice a week while their parents look on?
Ever reflective and trying to find a way to fix situations, my next round of thoughts included my husband- he was the lacrosse player and the driving force behind the kids trying lacrosse. I’m a softball and field hockey girl myself. He could coach. He should do it. He half shoots me down. I get it, his work is unpredictable and he has to often travel at the drop of a hat and he doesn’t want to make a commitment he can’t keep. Ok, what if we do it together? He agrees to that, so I email the league offering for us both to volunteer.
Great news comes in yet another email – kindergarten lacrosse is still on thanks to “several” parents…us and one other person I haven’t met yet. Just one more thing – we both need to get a U.S. Lacrosse membership, complete a background check, take an online child abuse prevention course as soon as possible, and update CPR certification. So much for trying to “do less” and learning how to say no for me!
My next round of thoughts included me berating myself for being so naive. I had a rookie parent moment again! You know there’s a falsehood in thinking that once you no longer have a baby you’re no longer a rookie parent. Then these moments crop up and I stand back and think, “I got fooled again!” Now I do realize youth sports really can’t happen without volunteers and I guess my time is here to step up to the plate – if only I was coaching a sport I actually knew about like softball I’d be all set – pun and all!
Here’s to all the rookie parents reflecting on their lessons learned and soaking up the craziness and magic of raising small humans.