Spring Sports, Family Dinner Table and Faith

IMG_5741Spring sports are upon us and for the first time in 10 years, we made a conscience decision for all 5 of our children to take a break from  spring sports.  A good friend of mine, who is a father of 3 children and very well respected in our community sent me this article.  I am sharing as I found it insightful and yet it may hit a nerve with some of my friends and followers.  Shane and I have realized that at times, our dinner routine has been sacrificed for sports and that our weekend schedule is ruled by running from field to field.   Father Bill Cullen often challenges us to consider, as a society what rules our Sunday schedule?  The desire to build our child’s athletic ability or our moral obligation to build the foundation of their spiritual well-being.   Would love your thoughts on this article…..

 

Your kid and my kid are not playing in the pros

Posted by on Tue, Mar 25, 2014 at 4:00 AM

I don’t care if your eight year old can throw a baseball through six inches of plywood. He is not going to the pros. I don’t care if your twelve-year-old scored seven touchdowns last week in Pop Warner; he is not going to the pros. I don’t care if your sixteen -year -old made first team all-state in basketball. He is not playing in the pros. I don’t care if your freshman in college is a varsity scratch golfer, averaging two under par. He isn’t playing in the pros. Now tell me again how good he is. I’ll lay you two to one odds right now and I don’t even know your kid, I have never even see them play, but I’ll put up my pension that your kid is not playing in the pros. It is simply an odds thing. There are far too many variables working against your child. Injury, burnout, others who are better, – these things are are just a fraction of the barriers preventing your child from becoming “the one.”

So how do we balance being the supportive parent who spends three hours a day driving all over hell’s half acre to allow our child to pursue his or her dream without becoming the supportive parent that drives all over hell’s half acre to allow our child to pursue OUR dream? When does this pursuit of athletic stardom become something just shy of a gambling habit? From my experience in the ER I’ve developed some insight in how to identify the latter.

1. When I inform you as a parent that your child has just ruptured their ACL ligament or Achilles tendon, if the next question out of your mouth is, “how long until he or she will be able to play?” You have a serious problem.

2.If you child is knocked unconscious during a football game and can’t remember your name let alone my name but you feel it is a “vital” piece of medical information to let me know that he is the starting linebacker and that the team will probably lose now because he was taken out of the game, you need to see a counselor.

3.  If I tell you that mononucleosis has caused the spleen to swell and that participation in a contact sport could cause a life threatening rupture and bleeding during the course of the illness and you then ask me, “could we just get some extra padding for around the spleen, would it be o.k. to play?” Someone needs to hit you upside the head with a two by four.

4.  If when your child comes in with a blood alcohol level of 250 after wrecking your Lexus and you ask if I can hurry up and get them out of the ER before the police arrive so as not to run the risk of her getting kicked off the swim team, YOU need to be put in jail.

I bet you think I’m kidding about the above patient and parent interactions. I wish I were, but I’m not. These are a fraction of the things I have heard when it comes to children and sports. Every ER doctor in America sees this. How did we get here? How did we go from spending our family times in parks and picnics, at movies and relatives houses to travel baseball and cheerleading competitions? When did we go from being supportive to being subtly abusive?

Why are we spending our entire weekends schlepping from county to county, town to town, state to state to play in some bullshit regional, junior, mid-west, southeast, invitational, elite, prep, all- state, conference, blah,blah,blah tourney? We decorate our cars with washable paint, streamers, numbers and names. Little carpool lines trekking down the interstate honking and waiving at each other like Rev. Jim Jones followers in a Kool-Aide line. Greyhounds, Hawks, Panthers, Eagles, Bobcats, Screaming Devils, Scorching Gonads or whatever other mascot adorns their jerseys. Little megaphone window stickers proclaiming “Ashley” or perhaps a baseball mitt with “Tyler #3.” It is time like these I wish my kids just shot skeet. That would make a hell of a window sticker, little bullet holes spelling their names, or perhaps a transparent dead quail with its head blown off and little feathers spelling out “Tyler #3.”

Somewhere along the line we got distracted, and the practice field became the dinner table of the new millennium. Instead of huddling around a platter of baked chicken, mash potatoes and fruit salad, we spend our evenings handing off our children like 4 x 200 batons. From baseball practice to cheerleading, from swimming lessons to personal training we have become the “hour-long” generation of five to six, six to seven, and seven to eight, selling the souls of our family for lacrosse try-outs. But why do we do this?

It’s because, just like everyone else, we are afraid. We are afraid that Emma will make the cheerleading squad instead of Suzy and that Mitch will start at first base instead of my Dillon. But it doesn’t stop here. You see, if Mitch starts instead of Dillon then Dillon will feel like a failure, and if Dillon feels like a failure then he will sulk and cower in his room, and he will lose his friends because all his friends are on the baseball team too, and if he loses his friends then he will start dressing in Goth duds and pierce his testicle and start using drugs, and listening to head banging music with his door locked. Then, of course, it’s just a matter of time until he’s surfing the net for neo-Nazi memorabilia, visiting gun shows and then opening fire in the school cafeteria. That is why so many fathers who bring their injured sons to the ER are so afraid that they won’t be able to practice this week, or that he may miss the game this weekend. Miss a game, you become a mass murderer – it’s that simple.

Suzy is a whole other story, though. You see, if she doesn’t make the cheerleading squad she will lose a whole bunch of friends and not be as popular as she should (and she is REAL popular) and if she loses some friends, she will be devastated, and all the cool kids will talk about her behind her back, so then she’ll sit in her room all day, and start eating Ding Dongs, and begin cutting at her wrists. Then, of course, it is only a matter of time until she is chatting on the Internet with fifty-year-old men and meeting up with them at truck stops. And that is why every mother is so frightened when her daughters have mononucleosis or influenza. Miss cheerleading practice for a week, and your daughter is doing porn. It’s that simple.

We have become a frightened society that can literally jump from point A to point Z and ignore everything in between. We spend so much time worrying about who might get ahead – and if we’re falling behind – that we have simply lost our common sense. Myself included.

There was a time when sick or injured children were simply sick or injured children.They needed bed rest, fluid, antibiotics and a limitation on activity. They just needed to get better. They didn’t NEED to get better.

I know, I know. Your family is different. You do all these things because your kid loves to compete, he loves the travel basketball, she loves the swim team, it’s her life, it’s what defines him. Part of that is certainly true but a big part of that isn’t. Tens of thousands of families thrive in this setting, but I’m telling you as a clinician, tens of thousands don’t. It is a hidden scourge in society today, taxing and stressing husbands, wives, parents and children. It is denying children the opportunity to explore literally thousands of facets of interests because of the fear of the need to “specialize” in something early, and that by not doing this your child will somehow be just an average kid. How do we learn to rejoice in the average and celebrate as a whole society the exceptional? I’m not sure, but I know that this whole preoccupation is unhealthy, it is dysfunctional and is as bad as alcoholism, tobacco abuse, or any other types of dependency.

I would love to have a son that is a pro athlete. I’d get season tickets; all the other fathers would point at me and I might get a chance to meet Sandy Koufax. It isn’t going to happen, though. But you know what I am certain will happen? I’ll raise self-reliant kids, who will hang out with me when I’m older, remember my birthday, care for their mother, take me to lunch, and the movies, buy me club level seats at Yankee Stadium on occasion, call me at least four times a week and let me in on all the good things in their life, and turn to me for some comfort and advice for all the bad things. I am convinced that those things just will not happen as much for parents of the “hour-long” generation. You can’t create a sense of family only at spring and Christmas break. It just won’t happen. Sure, the kids will probably grow up to be adequate adults. They’ll reflect on how supportive you were by driving them to all their games and practices and workouts. They’ll call the ER from a couple states away to see how mom’s doing but in time you’ll see that something will be missing, something that was sacrificed for a piano tutor, a pitching coach, a travel soccer tournament. It may take years, but in time, you’ll see.

Dr. Louis M. Profeta is an Emergency Physician Practicing in Indianapolis, Indiana.He is the author of the critically acclaimed book, The Patient in Room Nine Says He’s God.

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8 thoughts on “Spring Sports, Family Dinner Table and Faith

  1. Very nice. Good read On Mar 27, 2014 9:44 AM, “Creating Space” wrote:

    > Creating Space, LLC. posted: “Spring sports are upon us and for the > first time in 10 years, we made a conscience decision for all 5 of > our children to take a break from spring sports. A good friend of > mine, who is a father of 3 children and very well respected in our > community sent “

  2. Thanks Peggy for sharing this. I have seen this in my days as a little league parent and as the parent of HS runner who soon graduate and leave his running career behind. My wife and I are down to my youngest who will be focusing on Marching Band (which has its own parental obsessions as well) but God willing, in two years will be graduating from HS.

    What is tragic here in my community is that two of the “highly touted stars” of Little League and such have had serious legal issues in the past several months. It is very sad.

    And the long view the Dr takes “Sure, the kids will probably grow up to be adequate adults. They’ll reflect on how supportive you were by driving them to all their games and practices and workouts. They’ll call the ER from a couple states away to see how mom’s doing but in time you’ll see that something will be missing, something that was sacrificed for a piano tutor, a pitching coach, a travel soccer tournament. It may take years, but in time, you’ll see.” needs to be said more often.

    But then we are just an ol’ bunch of “fuddy-duddys” whose kids won’t make it.

    Blessings

    Jim

    • Jim, thanks for your feedback – I appreciate you taking time to comment. Good luck to your child as they finish those HS years. My intent and desire in this blog was simply to awaken our sense of priority put on sports and ponder at times it seems to outweigh the effort put into developing their understanding of God, peace and social justice, faith tradition, etc….. Many of the parents we know are amazing and we all try to achieve it all. Thank goodness God blesses daily with wisdom. Peace, Peggy

  3. Hi Peggy, Wow, we couldn’t agree with you more. I agree that the fear is real, because athletes are condemned when they miss the “tournament the day after Christmas” …not only by fellow athletes, but coaches and other parents as well. It was refreshing for me to read this, because it is taboo to say that you don’t want your child to play in five tournaments or join an off season league. Dr. Profeta’s letter hit the nail on the head and it would be wonderful to see it reprinted in the Sunday bulletin or the Viking Voice.
    Another great article,
    Marybeth

    • MB, thanks for reading and taking time to comment. I know our family has gotten off balance with our love of watching our children play sports. I read a quote recently “Are you ready to give up something that is good for something that is great?” Parenting surely keeps us on our toes and trying to keep our eye on the end goal. Peggy

  4. I love this Peggy…. It is so true. I hear this everyday but nobody wants to hear the truth.

    I passed this on to a lot of people.

    Thanks

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    • Scott, you are so kind. Thank you for sharing the blog. We have a friend in common that their daughter got a full ride for her sport and then decided to turn it down, as she was finally done with playing sports and really wanted to focus on her academics. So even our best plans for our children and their sports may take another turn. Thank goodness many parents can achieve it all and end up with very balanced, healthy and socially responsible children who have a strong faith.

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