Why not rec? Lower pressure, lower expectations, lots more fun.
Anonymous wrote:Offer to assist the coach. Otherwise, sit back, watch the games and let your son have fun playing. He's 9.
Anonymous wrote:Go to the games. Cheer for your son. Say nothing. Support the coach in whatever he/she might try to do to better the team. Follow your son's lead for next steps in terms of if he wants to continue.
I was on a truly terrible losing team in high school and this is what my father did. He sat in the stands for every last damn game and smiled and supported me. Now that I am an adult I can see that I'm sure it was complete and utter torture for him. But he did not burden me with that at the time.
It sucks, but learning to lose gracefully and how to handle it is a gift. Some good lessons there.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Go to the games. Cheer for your son. Say nothing. Support the coach in whatever he/she might try to do to better the team. Follow your son's lead for next steps in terms of if he wants to continue.
I was on a truly terrible losing team in high school and this is what my father did. He sat in the stands for every last damn game and smiled and supported me. Now that I am an adult I can see that I'm sure it was complete and utter torture for him. But he did not burden me with that at the time.
It sucks, but learning to lose gracefully and how to handle it is a gift. Some good lessons there.
I don't really see how this is helpful. High school didn't have any other choices for you and likely this was the end of your sports career. You also say nothing about the coaching. Maybe your school just didn't have good players. These are young players who are missing out on instruction.
Anonymous wrote:Go to the games. Cheer for your son. Say nothing. Support the coach in whatever he/she might try to do to better the team. Follow your son's lead for next steps in terms of if he wants to continue.
I was on a truly terrible losing team in high school and this is what my father did. He sat in the stands for every last damn game and smiled and supported me. Now that I am an adult I can see that I'm sure it was complete and utter torture for him. But he did not burden me with that at the time.
It sucks, but learning to lose gracefully and how to handle it is a gift. Some good lessons there.