We've put our son in baseball (baseball is big in our small town), and bought him all the gear. He's only had two practices (he's the youngest on the team and doesn't really know what he's doing) and last night they had their first game...and it was a dumpster fire.
Firstly, the coaches were none of them able to be present (for whatever reason; this annoyed me...it's the first game and NONE of the three of you can be present?) so parents were texted to help....two dads my age (maybe a bit younger) helped be base coaches, and one did the pitching (machine), while a mom and a teenager handled the batting order. To say that it was disorganized nonsense is...being kind. That said, for whatever stupid reason they put my son up first to bat (something he may have done once or twice)...and he's a min-version of what I was like as a kid, so riddled with anxiety which spikes when lots of people are looking...and the first pitch hit his hand. He whiffed the other 4 pitches, and I thought eveythguin was okay till he turned towards me and he was crying. I picked him up and consoled him and he said "I hate this. I want to go home. I don't want to do this anymore. I hurt my hand"....then he went and hid in the bushes.
I went up to the girl handling the batting order, explained he was feeling anxious and hurt his hand and asked if he could sit out an inning, and she said "He HAS to bat"....way to read the room lady...so that made shit worse.
After a lot of talking to him, I coaxed him out of the bushes and he was able to take his place in left field...where he promptly ignored the ball when it came near him.
The next at bat he said he wasn't going. And I spent another few minutes telling him just to go up and try and see, and that it's a game and it's supposed to be fun. So he goes up., and he gets a piece of one of the five pitches and starts to run...but it went foul and his face dropped...and he was miserable again. I tried to explain that getting a hit, no matter that it went foul is a great thing and an achievement to celebrate. Nope. He was not having it. The last time he had to go up to bat, it took even more coaxing...and he whiffed all five and was upset.
The only time he smiled the whole time was when he got his snack at the end of the game.
Now, I want him to do something he finds fun and I don't want him to look on this as a chore (I had various sports I was forced to play as a kid and I hated them)...so this weekend I'm going to take him to the local park with his bat and glove and see if I can't get him more comfy with swinging and catching and just the general mechanics of the game...but I feel like if he struggles with it I should pull him. Not because I don't think he can do it, but because I don't want him to resent it if he truly hates it.
What a mess. It doesn't help that his older sister has not only done and excelled at various sports (martial arts being the peak among them) but was determined to do them even when she struggled at the beginning. So he looks at her and thinks he can't be as good as she is at this stuff and it makes him feel worse. Poor lad.
This post has been edited by QuickTidal: 29 May 2026 - 12:06 PM
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