Today I was asked to name something that I recently jumped into. There are many things that come to mind, like a pool or craft projects with my son, but the one the sticks out the most was being Team Mom for my sons t-ball team.
I didn’t technically volunteer for the job. In fact, I suggested that all of the moms make a sign up sheet and take turns so that we all got the chance to watch our kids play but still help out at the same time. I mean, as much as I want to be that do-all Mom, I also work full time, operate this blog, and try my best to do everything a Mom is supposed to do on a daily basis. Apparently, I was the only one who thought the whole sign-up sheet thing was a good idea. So there I was, from the very first scrimmage game, camped out in the dugout with 11 boys between the ages of 4-6.
In the very beginning, I put on my happy face but felt completely resentful toward the other Mom’s who got to sit out in their lawn chairs, eat french fries and cheer for their kids, when half of the time I missed my own son when he went up to bat because I was trying to get the next child ready to go. As the games went on, I realized that I was actually enjoying being the Team Mom, even though it meant a little extra work for me. For the most part, the boys on our team were all very well behaved and were very respectful of me. I cheered for all of the boys just as much as I cheered for my own son. I got to know these kids and each one stole just a little bit of my heart. Eleven boys who couldn’t focus on one thing for more than 2 minutes, but who all basically wanted the same thing. To play ball. To make friends. To have a good time.
In the end, that’s really what it was all about. I wasted time being resentful when really, I was the lucky one. I got to know these kids and I got to watch each of them grow in a way none of the other Mom’s really did. Not to mention, my son felt like the coolest kid ever because his Mom was the Team Mom (I do realize that he is only 4 and that will most certainly change with time, so I am going to enjoy it while it lasts!). Now that the season is over, I am already looking forward to the fall season. If the opportunity arises to be Team Mom again, I will have a positive outlook, and this time, I will jump right in without thinking twice.
Have you ever done something because you felt like you had to, but ended up realizing it was really a blessing in disguise?