Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Thrill and the Agony
Sorry about this close-up of a chain link fence.
The photo was supposed to be a perfect intro to my blog today, but it turned out to be my only non-blurry pic on account of the fact that I was FREEZING OFF MY BAHONKA on the bleachers, thinking that SURELY BASEBALL SEASON SHOULD BE OVER BY NOW.
Oh, that's right. It is over. Last night was the last game of the fall ball season.
THANK YOU LORD.
(And yes, I know 47 degrees isn't really cold, but this is South Carolina, y'all, and it's just the beginning of November. I still can't feel my toes.)
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot lately about organized sports and how grateful I am that both my boys are experiencing them, even though the last couple weeks we've been tasting a good bit of agony along with the thrill. Without going into detail, let's just say that it can be really painful to discover that sometimes no matter how hard we work, no matter how much we want something and sacrifice to make it come true, sometimes it just doesn't happen.
Life isn't always fair.
Sometimes it's downright mean.
It's not a pleasant lesson to learn, but a valuable truth, nonetheless.
Still, there are positive things to gain along the way. We can develop beautiful friendships that might not have happened otherwise. Teach our bodies and minds to do amazing things. Become more compassionate people because we know what pain and disappointment feel like. And when we let go of the goal of perfection, we see that the goal can sometimes be an impediment in itself.
Lucky for us, we've enjoyed plenty of thrills as well. Ribbons and trophies and a few shining moments to Snoopy dance in celebration.
Sports can be just good plain fun. A way to play.
A way to earn Krispy Kreme doughnuts.
(Oops. Did I say that?)
Did you ever do team sports? I didn't, no matter how much my father begged and bribed me to join the swim team. I was kind of a klutz on dry land, but I was fine in the water. Still, the idea of swimming against someone else, (sure, they say it's a race against the clock, but there are still swimmers in the other lanes,) the screams of the parents cheering on their kids, the blast of the starter's gun--it all made my stomach do flip turns. I planted my feet firmly on the sidelines, gripped the towel around me and missed all those lessons. But don't worry, Life. You know I learned them later in other ways.
What about you? Are you or your kids sporty spices? Or do you watch from the sidelines?
Have a wonder-full Wednesday, everybody!