Decisions, Decisions

Another successful t-ball season, check!

Boomer just completed his second t-ball season and now it's time for him to make some decisions.  Play lacrosse or soccer.

Last fall he played basketball and attended a lacrosse clinic for 11 wks.  We decide to allow him to attend a clinic verses putting him on a team to see if he really liked the sport. 

In the beginning he did not like it.  See when you have been playing lacrosse on your tiled hallway it's easy to scoop.  Scooping on grass is a different game.

When you have been the person who knows everything based on the YouTube videos you've watched,  you are superior to your two yr. old little brother.  However, when you become the youngest person on the field you realize YouTube really didn't teach you and you become frustrated.

When you can't cradle, run and keep the ball in the head of your stick you become more frustrated.

Lastly, when you are use to picking things up the first time and being one of the best and now are not, you become beyond frustrated.

Well, this was the case with Boomer.  He wanted to quit.

Quit!

I know you didn't say you wanted to quit when we just paid over $200, woke up early on a Sat. morning and dressed your brother and sister.  Oh, and I combed your sister's hair.  You want to quit?  I don't think so!

"Son you need to learn everything in life is not easy!"

So, what do you think happened?

That's right!  Boomer stayed in lacrosse and ended up loving it!



Then the spring season rolled around.  "Boomer do you want to play on a lacrosse or basketball team."  BASKETBALL!

Then weeks later he decides he "really" wants to play lacrosse.  I tell him I think it's to late.  I ended up calling the one team that will allow him to play that isn't located in Timbuktu.

Oh, soap box time.  Why are the entries to barrier to this sport so high.  There's the high cost of instruction, high cost of equipment, and teams are based on where you live or parochial schools.

We are broke :), live in the hood, and homeschool!  Where does that leave us?  Without a team.

Back to our scheduled program.  I call and the team for his age is full.  He is devastated!  We just see it as another learning lesson for him.  Make decisive decisions in a timely manner, check.

For the spring 2011 season.  We watch and record several college lacrosse games with the DVR.  We watch some of him favorite plays over and over and over and over and over and over again.  Sorry, I just wanted you to feel my pain.

Here's on of them.

Now we are getting geared up for fall lacrosse.  It's not regulated like the spring so hopefully we can find a team.  Keep your fingers crossed. Or maybe I'll just teach him based off of YouTube videos :)

Two Roads Diverged

Boomer came into this world being quite reserved.  O.K., how I lie.  He came into this world just the opposite.  He has always liked people, liked to talk and been VERY active.  As long as I can remember he has been asking to play football.

So, what does a Texas momma tell her boy that wants to play football?

O.K., only if you are the KICKER.  We won't discuss my husbands response to my answer.

Follow my train of thought here.  He was my only child at the time and I had heard of too many football injuries (no Troy Aikman concussions for my baby). So, if he was the kicker, I figured, I just lessened his probability of injury by at least 75%.

And that's what a good momma does!  Right?

Well . . . a good momma has to finally admit the truth to herself, eventually.

That truth hit me in the face last spring when Boomer played on his first organized team.  Previously, my husband and I didn't think he was old enough to play.  We didn't want to be those parents who were pushing there child into sports.  But he kept asking over and over again when he could play on a team.

Then the major issue for the hubby and I was that we couldn't just let anybody coach our "first born".  You know the child that will be inheriting the whole kitten kaboodle.

One day we were all in the car leaving the hubby's job when one of his coworkers said, "Bommer are you playing T-ball?"  Now why did he have to go and ask that question?

We prayed about it and decided we would let him play.  Now, what we should have done, is asked the other parents who had children he would be playing against, to pray about it.


(Photo by Mary Crow)

Let's just say, Bommer enjoyed the game of T-Ball.  However, his parents had to stop him from practicing at home (shouldn't have bought that T-Ball stand), and had to explain that he could not do what he saw MLB players do.  To bad we didn't explain it before he tried it on the field during games.

This boy enjoyed T-Ball a little to much.  He tried to cover the entire field by himself. . . time after time.  Oh, was he suppose to tag someone out or punch them out with the ball?  Was he suppose to try to run over the person at home plate.  Nah . . . I don't think he was.

O.K., maybe I should rethink this football thing.

Oh, what did you say?  You think Boomer would be good at what sport?  Oh, LACROSSE!  We will have to try that.  I'll try anything as long as it's not FOOTBALL!