I signed Jack up for t-ball back in February. I really thought it would be a fun activity for him and I and well it has been, most of the time.
There are 10 kids on the team and about 75% of them have a fairly good idea about how this whole thing works even though they too have never played before. Jack wants to do what he have done in the yard which is let him hit the ball over and over. At home there is no one he is taking turns with and usually he runs and gets the balls he hits.
At the very first practice he had a meltdown because someone grabbed the ball before he did. I'm talking in the grass, screaming, kicking-meltdown. Fun times! I wanted the ground to swallow me up. Even the kids who have no idea what they are doing just stand there. Not Jack. He runs off. He throws his glove in the hair. He pulls up the grass. He has zero interest except when it is time to bat.
After the second practice I had to take Jack to my Mom and I went riding around so I could cry in private. He acted a straight fool. I so badly wanted this to be a fun activity and all I felt was stressed. We have since had another practice that went better, not great, but better. Thankfully, another kid decided to act worst than Jack that time. I talked to that Mom and we bonded. We are having a playdate today.
I have an active child and I'm really trying to let the stress of t-ball not get to me but y'all it does. It isn't that I want him to be a good baseball player. I just want him to not run after the tractors that are driving down the road. Also it would be nice if he would stop throwing his glove into the air.
I got a cute shirt made because well if I have to deal with a fit throwing kid then I at least want a cute shirt.
Jack and his coach Macie
Team picture. Oh the cuteness!