We know it as 'America's favorite pastime.' Every year, eager parents sign up their kids for baseball/softball/tee-ball, thinking a spark may catch fire inside their little ones, igniting a love of the game. Either that, or they're just looking for a way to let their kids run off some of that energy they stored up during the winter months! Whatever the reason,Ted and I joined the ranks of those parents this year.
Brody loves playing catch in our yard, so we thought tee-ball would be the perfect avenue for our little man to have some fun. Boy, were we off base! Our soon-to-be four year old has decided that he wants nothing to do with tee-ball practice. We are over a month into the season, and every time we step on the field, it's like a monster possesses our sweet little guy. A monster who wants nothing to do with a team sport! On his best day, he made it through the first 45 minutes of the hour and a half practice. While the other kids are playing catch or batting, Brody is more than content to take off and repeatedly run the bases! (Maybe track will be his sport of choice?)
I'm giving my little man the benefit of the doubt. In his defense, he is one of the youngest players on the team. I know that kids develop different skills at different speeds, so I'm chalking this behavior up to growing pains. (At least that's what I'm hoping. I don't want to end up on one of those 'Super Nanny' type shows!) Ted suggests that the next time Brody melts down at practice, instead of getting frustrated, we talk to him about it and then take him out for ice cream. I have to agree. I don't want this to backfire and have him dread something that's supposed to be fun. I always want to encourage Brody to stay active and pursue the things (sports, art, music, etc.) that pique HIS interest. I know what a well-behaved little guy he can be when he's truly engaged in an activity.
A friend of mine recently posed a question to her Facebook friends. She wondered whether there was a place where your child repeatedly melts down. For her daughter it was the swimming pool. For Brody, it's apparently the baseball field! So now, I'm going to ask the same question to all you parents out there. Is the grocery store a jinx? Maybe going out to eat always turns your little one into a crazed version of him/herself? Fill me in on where melt-downs happen for your family and how you handle those situations.
As for me, I've decided to embrace my hubby's line of thinking when it comes to Brody tee-ball tantrums. We may be striking out this year, but we'll take another crack at the sport next spring. Age and experience may be on our side at that point. In the meantime, ice cream anyone?