I think one thing a lot of mommy bloggers are missing in representation are mothers who care about sports/working out. Moms jog, or workout, but it often sounds like they do it only for their health (nothing wrong with that!), or drive their family members to games and practices, but so few of the ones I read play sports themselves.
I guess I’ll represent then. Because I really enjoyed Sunday’s two games and I think it’s important to acknowledge a few things. First, the fact that my hubby makes it possible. He loves softball, but he encouraged me to be the one to play this year when the opportunity came up. He’s the one who takes care of our two year old when I’m playing. Sometimes my parents will take her for the afternoon and that’s great too.
I also feel it’s important for the teenage girls in our churches and leagues to see women playing sports. Not just professionals, but everyday people they know as friends and teammates and competitors. One of the teams we played had families in it; moms, dads, daughters and sons. While I didn’t agree entirely with their coaching philosophy, I appreciated that the moms played well. It’s nice for a girl to have that to live up to. I want that for my daughter, see.
My mom plays a lot of badminton now, and I love watching her practice whenever she has a free moment, watching videos on technique, improving her skills every chance she gets. I think it’s awesome that one of my friends can go to the gym with her dad because it’s something they both genuinely love.
Some of the moms I know post about going to the gym, or the pool, on their Facebook, and I think it’s great. I just can’t tell sometimes if it’s a passion for them, or more of a responsibility. Again, nothing wrong with that second one! I think we should all take good care of our bodies. I just think there’s something a little different about doing sport/gym-ing as something we’re passionate about and want to improve on, versus doing it for the sake of doing it.
I’m good at being interested in improving my brain, learning new things, learning crafts, and jamming and canning, but I’m actually not really good at working to improve at sports. The failures are so obvious, or something, and sometimes so physically painful. I can tear out a messed up knit blanket or knit socks without too much protest, but have you ever seen me try to practice my batting? Yeah, I don’t do that well. But I should. Because failing hard at something is the only way we get better at it, and failing hard in order to improve at sports is something I want my kids to see me do too. I’m proud of how hard I play on the field, because I’m working to get rid of the stereotype of useless girl catchers (I’ve only seen 1 or 2 this season, so yay!!) I wish I was better, and made less mistakes, but I’m okay with making those mistakes if I get better in the long run.
And it’s awesome to hear in the bleachers behind me that two year-old voice, going, “Good job, Mommy!”
Though, she says that even when I miss ;)