Interfering in their kid’s sports is a very strong temptation for sports parents.
I was reminded of this while sitting in the hotel before my daughter’s vb game. I was working on the computer and had the classic tv channel on in the background.
An episode of Bewitched came on where Samantha was tempted to magically help a neighbor boy, Marshall, in his little league game in order to prove to his overprotective mother that he really could play ball successfully and safely.
As Samantha and her husband Darren watched, Marshall got up to bat and struck at the first pitch. Samantha was itching to use her magic to help him hit the ball. After the first strike, she was ready to interfere until Darren said, “Sam, you’ve got to let him work this out by himself!” He grabbed her and kissed her so she would not twitch her nose. And lo and behold, Marshall hit an in-the-park home run all by himself.
Isn’t it amazing what our kids can do when we don’t interfere? When we don’t step in to work our parental magic, when we don’t save them and try to make all their paths smooth and straight?
Believe me, if I’d had Samantha’s power over the past 18 years of sports parenting, I’m sure I would have been nose-twitching from the bleachers on more than one occasion. But if I’d done that, where would my kids be now?