I have been coaching basketball for 8 years now and I do not hold back the fact that I LOVE coaching and I LOVE my team, but its not always as easy as it seems! It started out all innocent and fun…during Elle’s first season of recreational basketball she was the only girl on the team and the neanderthals coaching the team paid absolutely no attention to her, or many of the other kids for that fact. She learned very little about dribbling or the rules of the game – things first year players should learn! So, after that season I decided that I knew way more about basketball than those guys and could at least communicate with the children without grunting…and 8 years later I’ve coached recreational basketball, travel teams of all ages, a middle school team, a junior varsity team and have had the varsity team at our local high school for the last 4 years.
I love coaching young athletes, I love seeing them grow and mature, not only in their basketball skill but as young women! For many years I gave up coaching my own kid in travel so that I could coach the high school teams. I missed travel and middle school games in which Elle was playing so that I could be there for practices for my team to advance our program. Some nights I hated it, but my pout didn’t last too long, as I loved being in the gym with my players, having faith that Elle was surrounded by coaches that loved her in the same way and our family cheering for her in my place.
Now though, she has finally made it to my roster and I have come to the realization that, at least at this level, it stinks coaching your own kid! You see I think there is a common misconception that being the coach’s kid is a perk…wrong! We are talking about a girl that has washed more stinky uniforms than she can count, has endured cold nights on a silent bus while Mom stews in the front seat after a loss (even though she wasn’t old enough to play in that particular game) and as a 5th grader even got recruited to ensure the varsity players were running the sprints they were to run as a punishment when Mom stormed out of the gym to collect herself in the locker-room! Being a coach’s kid is NOT always fun! And now, shes on the roster!
Here are the Top 5 Reasons Coaching Your Own Kid Stinks:
- I Am Always Second Guessing Myself. When dealing with Elle I am constantly asking myself if I am talking to her and thinking about her in my “mom” voice or in my “coach” voice. I second guess every decision I make – and it makes me feel horrible! I have coached this team for 3 seasons without worry about what others think and say and now I am a mess!
- When A Player Or Parent Is Mad At Me – They Take It Out On Her! When this happens I want to kick into “momma bear” mode and tear apart the offender -it just cant happen though, and Elle has to learn to deal with it!
- I Miss Big Moments And Plays! Parents live for this right? That moment when your kids does something so spectacular in a game that they can talk about on the way home and at work tomorrow! Not me, I am focused on everyone’s big moments, and often miss hers – or they become a blur that I have to go back and watch on game film after another parent mentions it to me! My bragging to co-workers and peers is about my whole team!
- I Am Still Relying On Her For The Dirty Jobs! Yep, she is still washing her (now teammates) smelly uniforms and helping to clean up the gym long after practice is over. She was recently accused of getting more gym time than others…well she does alright, vacuuming the locker-room or cleaning trash out of lockers left by her teammates.
- I Miss Just Being Mom! While I am more than thankful for the time we get together both at home and in the gym…Its difficult to console her after a loss when I have just told the team that I am disappointed in their performance and they need to work harder! I miss the opportunity to just love on my kid! I am vigilant though about reminding her that this is a game and no matter her performance (and what I say about it in the locker-room) I love her beyond measure and always will! I sure hope she is listening…