Spring sports are in full swing in our family. R is once again playing baseball. It is his final year of coach pitch. He loves the sport. He has heart and hustle. He practices hard. He always knows where the play is.
Despite it all, his small, young team has yet to win a single game. As a matter of fact, we have been beaten by over 20 points twice, even with mercy rules that limit each team to only 7 runs per inning.
And as much fun as it is to win, he seems to still be enjoying himself and improving every game. He is totally motivated despite being out of the hunt for a trophy and not giving up on at least getting a win.
K is back on the soccer field. Although she is not aggressive, she's spunky and fast. Running is one of her great loves. She plays hard and with joy.
P is also playing soccer, but speed nor aggression are his forte. He loves the idea of being on a team. His mood rises and falls based on whether they are winning or losing--but moving up to the U10 league has been challenging and his attention span has a very hard time with fast moving games.
He's the black jersey on the ground between the ball and the bright orange socks in the photo above. (Not hurt :)
Traithlon training is going better for P, but he's made it very clear to me that he's not in it to win. He told me he likes to imagine he's playing Mario Kart when he bikes or someone is chasing him when he runs...and if he manages to swim the full length in the race without pausing to look for treasures in the pool I will be shocked.
He's quite enthusiastic about it without regard for where he will place.
I confess there is a tiny twinge in me sometimes when they play with or against kids who are naturally, amazingly gifted in a sport already. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be that Mama. I love seeing people find what they were made to do and go after it with all their hearts. But we haven't found our "things" yet. And that is OK.
Yes, I want my kiddos to work hard, persevere and do their best, but this season of not being THE best has brought it's own gifts. There are lessons in losing seasons.
I am grateful for perspective.
They are only 8 years old.
Their lives are full and well rounded.
They are happily learning to enjoy being active and to commit to a team.
They are being trained to keep going when things are hard.
As fun as winning can be, it is nice to see them find enjoyment in the sports themselves without trophies (or even W's) as the sole goal.
They are making new friends, developing new skills and having fun outdoors.
And they are definitely learning that you don't always win.