So when I got asked to help coach the Abilene Attack 8 and Under softball league and traveling team that Breckyn would be playing on this summer, I really didn't know how well I was going to do, or even how much I would like it. Was playing in a weekend long coach pitch tournament going to be like watching paint dry? By the end of the season, was I going to want to run away? Or after each practice or game, was I going to be running for my car as fast as I could in search of the nearest bottle of wine? Was I going to be able to coach Breckyn without absolutely terrifying the other girls, or catching a battery charge? But, softball is in my blood. I have been on that field since I was four years old, and if I was going to give coaching a try, I guess this summer was as good a time as any to find out if it would be a good fit for me. But before I knew it, these 10 little boogers wormed their way into my heart, and I fell in love with them all.
So this summer, when I signed up to teach a group of 10 eight year old girls the fundamentals of softball, they ended up teaching me some of the fundamentals of life. They reminded me that we should all strive to be a little more child like.
|Breckyn, being coached on first base in her |
first ever tournament game.
They pushed each other. They knew what their team mates were capable of, and they pushed them to do their best. Not one single time did I hear one of those girls begrudge another on their great hit, or nice play. They were proud of them. They were happy for their friends. There was ZERO jealousy. Some of these girls might not have even known each other before the season started. But they found something they all had in common, softball, and they let it form a friendship among all of them. They never shunned another one because she wasn't in their circle. Everyone was included. The more the merrier.
|Between games were some of my favorite times. I love the|
commraderie that is formed on tournament teams. Some of
my best summer memories growing up were made hanging out
with my softball team between games.
We also had some pretty somber moments. One of the girls on the team lost her dad, very unexpectedly mid-season. She missed a game because of it, and when she was gone, the girls weren't being nosy, asking what happened, they were just asking about their friend. They just wanted to see her, and know that she was ok. They just wanted to make her feel better. They just wanted to support their friend, no questions asked. They didn't want to know what was in it for them, they just wanted to make her feel better. And when she came back, you better believe, those other nine girls were her biggest cheerleaders on that field and in that dugout, trying to get her mind off of everything else going on. When those 10 girls got the opportunity to step out on the field together, they got to shut out the rest of the world, and just play softball with nine of their best friends.
|I'm so proud of these girls for working their tails off and |
making so much progress this year!
Wouldn't it be nice if we, as grown women (and men) could get back to that? If we could eliminate cliques, and social stigmas, how much nicer would this world be? If we could go back to those innocent days, and for an hour and a half at night, we got to just hang out with friends, playing the sport we love, how lucky would we be?
To the parents of my girls, thank you so much for sharing your girls with me this summer. Thank you for letting your girls remind me about so many of the good things in life. Thank you for trusting me to help guide them in their growth in this sport that I love so much. But most of all, thank you for making this experience a positive one for me. To Jeff, thank you for giving me the chance to be your assistant coach. You will never know how much that means to me. You, and this group of girls, made my summer. And for that, I will forever be grateful to you. Will I coach again? If I'm given the chance, absolutely. And whether I have the same group of girls again or not, know that I will always be cheering this group of 10 girls on no matter what. For they have taught me more that I ever could have taught them in one summer.
Now everyone put your hands in... "Attack" on 3! We got this girls!