Parenting Lessons Straight from the Baseball Field


This spring our family has spent a lot of time on or around baseball fields all over Massachusetts. (Side note: Not all of them have bathrooms or porta-potties, FYI.) I have embraced the fact that I am now a #baseballmom, and I kinda love it.

Recently, though, I learned an unexpected lesson right on the sidelines as my kid and his team gave their best and struggled against the best team in one of the leagues he plays in. You see, this baseball life has shown me a lot about the kind of parent I am, the kind of parent I want to be, and the kind of parent I hope I don’t become.

Everyone on and off the field is trying their best. I can say that all the parents I’ve met and encountered this year — many whom I had never met before — are there because they genuinely care about their kids and want what’s best for them (or what they think is best for them, anyway). But sometimes we, the loving and imperfect parents that we are, get carried away, and in an effort to give our kids all the best opportunities available we confuse our childhood dreams with theirs. And sometimes when that happens, we lose track of what is really important, why we are at the field, and who we are there for.

There’s a reason many children’s baseball fields have signs up reminding parents to keep their cool and to remember that our kids are kids and this is a game — that there are no college recruiters in the crowd.  

And this spring I got to see what happens when parents forget this and make it about themselves instead of the children. A parent of a child on one of my son’s wonderful teams had to be asked not to return to any more games due to their behavior during games (after having been warned at least twice before). This parent loves their child, and I know they did not plan to cause disturbances. But the truth is, when it came down to it, they did. And the kids noticed and suffered because of it — yep, the 8-year-old kids on this parent’s child’s team.

My husband and I took some time to discuss the situation, and that’s where the lesson really kicked in for me. We often confuse what we wish we had done or accomplished as children with what we hope for our own children now that we’re adults. And we must be mindful not to do this.

If we let our childhood dreams get in the way of our parenting our children, we will likely lose our cool when things don’t go our way. Our disappointed inner child will come out to play, and it will not be pretty.

Let’s remember to let our kids be kids. Let’s let them have their own dreams. Let’s guide them and let them make mistakes, change their minds, try again, or not. Let’s stay on the sidelines and watch proudly no matter what. It’s not our turn to be on the field; it’s theirs. 

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Angie, who loves soft spoken guided meditations and all things cozy, is not soft spoken at all! She is a big lover of coffee, hugs, cozy blankets and telling it like it is. She values friendship and connection as well as honesty and loyalty, while not being a huge fan of small talk. Angie has been married for 12 years and has two kiddos ages 8 and 5 as well as a fur baby, Hobie the Boxer (who has his own Insta account go follow him)! Angie has been a practicing attorney in the public interest field for 13 years, and is currently the Pro Bono Director at local non-profit Veterans Legal Services. She also runs her own business as a Certified Life Purpose and Leadership Coach, partnering with mamas who are ready to let go of comparisonitis, shame, and guilt to start embracing their truest SELF so they can navigate life in confidence and secure in who they are as Women, not just Moms. Angie loves supporting mamas through her Instagram account and planning ways for them to come together to share and support one another. She loves being a contributor for Boston Moms, where she can spread her message far and wide in the hopes of having a positive impact on as many moms as possible!


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