My husband is not very sporty. I was raised in a family that taught me many various sports and made sure I was active in some sort of activities revolving around sports. I always liked playing for fun rather than to win, so I hated being on competitive teams (so I stopped playing on them). It disappointed my family who still tells me, “but you were so good at ____.” blah blah. . .
My older son Leto loves to win and I keep telling him that it is okay to lose. He gets easily frustrated and upset and everything seems to be a competition to him at this point in time, and I’ve been trying to train him to have fun and that winning and losing isn’t really the issue, though I’d cheer for him if he were to win.
I’m slowly teaching the boys how to play sports because they show an interest in them. I started with baseball and they’ve also been learning about bowling (and recently went bowling with my oldest brother who probably has a 240+ average). Check out Leto’s face here. haha.
It is hard to teach my kids at the same time to play when I want to focus on each one at a time. I tried to have my husband help me, but he wanted to sit and watch us play and see me teach them. >.<
Thankfully Micah did get some attention and help with learning, but he hung out with his Daddy most of the time. He would run after and towards the balls in the “outfield” when Leto would hit them.
Probably the most difficult task is teaching them how to hold the bat. No matter how often I’d show Leto, he’d bring his arms back in towards his body and lower his elbows and put his feet together. He got better each time though. Thankfully I understand that I can’t expect him to pick up on it immediately. It takes practice and patience.
I’m very proud of my big little guy.
And I’m also very proud of my little little guy (and my man too).
My favorite people ever.
I lift them both up on my legs sometimes.