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4 Tips for Keeping It Cool in the Bleachers at Youth Sporting Events
We’re well into the baseball and softball season, but the year is filled with seasonal youth sports: soccer, basketball, volleyball, roller hockey, ice hockey, football, Lacrosse, tennis, golf…and so many more!
We’ve all heard the horror stories about parents being verbally and sometimes physically abusive at youth football or baseball games.
What is it about sporting events, more than other organized youth performances or competitions that brings out the worst from the adults sitting in the bleachers? You won’t hear someone shout sarcastically, “What do you call that?” during a musical or dance recital.
I don’t have any answers for “why,” only four heartfelt requests for parents and friends in the bleachers:
1. Please, please remember these are kids…they are not a professional team! Keep your comments positive, even comments about the opposing team players!
2. Think before you make comments about the umpire. Respect the decision made by the umpire. Most often they are volunteers, doing the best job they can. Be a good example for your child.
3. Let the coach be the coach. Don’t instruct your child from the stands or point out his/her mistakes.
4. Praise a good effort, despite the score.
Learning to play fair, developing new skills, perfecting talents, and doing their best are only a few advantages for youngsters participating in team sports. One of the most important lessons is practicing facing “big feelings” and overcoming fears.
As Eleanor Roosevelt said, “We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face…we must do that which we think we cannot.”
Here’s to strength and courage and confidence for all our children!
Do you have a favorite book with a dog as one of the minor characters? In my current manuscript, the heroine has a delightful bouncing Chiweenie named Duke….
This little guy has been adorable since the day we got him.
Our grandson is babysitting Duke.
Duke had been raised with children and other dogs and loved people from day one.
Our granddaughter giving Duke leash lessons with her own dog Spots…..
Because we have a pool in our backyard, we thought it best to teach Duke to swim….he loves the water….
Mischief is his middle name…
Adored at the Rehab Center…by everyone except…
the Rehab Resident Cat…uh…trying to friend her was a no go…
The babies in our family LOVE Duke…and he loves them!!
Duke is especially fond of trying new cuisine…a restaurant in St. Helens, Oregon offers a special “Doggie Spaghetti and Meatballs” during the summertime…
He loves adventure…whether it’s exploring a garden….
….watching a sporting event….
….or sneaking back under the fence…..
Our Duke is always ready to load up and go….
Happy is the day this little bundle came into our lives. We celebrated his first birthday….
…he licked his plate clean.
This next year there’s a new baby to meet…..
In the meantime…Duke has his two Boxers…to keep him entertained!
Today, February 20th is NATIONAL LOVE YOUR PET DAY…..How will you celebrate?
One Sunday we took a leisurely drive from our St. Helens home near the Columbia River to the historic town of Vernonia. Winding our way from the flat lands up towards the gossamer clouds it would be easy to pretend we were entering Misty Mountain territory from Lord of the Rings.
It takes about an hour to travel the twisting thirty-one miles into tall-tree country. (That is if you don’t stop for pictures)
Vernonia’s history is rooted in the timber industry. Magnificent giant trees dwell on hillsides like skyscrapers dominate downtown San Francisco.
Vernonia’s famous Big Gun Logging team is part of the History Channel Ax Men series.
And the 1961 film Ring of Fire, starring David Janssen and Frank Gorshin, was partially filmed in Vernonia.
Arriving in this charming town, with a population of a little over 2,200, we were greeted by a winsome old hip-roofed barn.
I am crazy about bridges, and could not resist getting a photo of this stalwart structure…..
We found parking next to a grocery store that is definitely “parent friendly!” I’ve NEVER seen this before. I’m impressed. How accommodating…how touching….how thoughtful!
We strolled down the sidewalk to the Black Bear Coffee Company on Bridge Street.
Our delicious hamburger was only outdone by my fantastic Bloody Mary…and it was true, as one of my friends noted, “there’s a salad on top of your drink.”
The service was terrific and the atmosphere delightful. We’ll be returning to the Black Bear Coffee Company.
Leaving the carpets of ferns….
….but I know that the road leading out of Vernonia, can take me back anytime I want!
We’ve been staying at our St. Helens, Oregon home for about a month. Waiting for the birth of our fourth grandchild!
We’ve had lots of rain, some foggy mornings.
Some foggy days.
And more rain.
A little sunshine….
….and more rain.
I needed a mood-lifter.
Just a little something to cheer up the day.
Not chocolate and not wine…not food or drink.
Something to look at…
I asked My Sweet Husband to pick up a few fresh flowers at the local grocery store.
Now, we’ve been married 45 years (on January 28th) and we’re still struggling with definitions.
He calls this a few:
I call this a lot!
But, we have several vases filled with lovely flowers.
An uplifting gift of cheery colors and aromas…..
And we had a good laugh!
This is what happens when grandparents babysit right before the holidays!
An unsuspecting daughter and son-in-law dropped off their eight month old son so Grandpa and Nammer could watch him.
The old couple conspired to have a little fun….they stripped the little guy down to his diapers, drew circles on his tummy while he rolled and giggled. Added a little red circle on his nose. (All with washable markers) Found a black top hat, retrieved a red scarf, grabbed the camera and had their own photo shoot…
And then…Nammer shared the pictures on this blog and on Facebook…
May your Christmas be merry and bright and may you be blessed….
I am the mother of a first grader who bounded down the steps of the school bus on the first day of December and within minutes was killed in a hit and run. The murderers were never found.
This was over thirty years ago…but NOT a day goes by that my heart and arms don’t ache to hold him once again.
Listening to reports of the recent school shooting tragedy in Sandy Hook, Connecticut my heart feels as if it’s being shoved through a paper shredder over and over. I go about the day misty eyed…
…knowing and feeling the gut wrenching, inexplicable physical pain of losing a child.
…knowing the journey of grief is long, grueling and never really over.
…knowing grief is a very personal journey…there is no right or wrong way to ride this rollercoaster…(unless a coping mechanism becomes unhealthy and inflicts suffering on another).
…knowing emotions are unpredictable…the anger, the despair, the fear, the tears for hours on end.
And, yet, “my heart in its sorrow rejoices,” recalling the kindnesses, the gentleness and the support of so many…family, friends and strangers reaching out with their reassurance of love and understanding.
The world is full of caring, loving people who want very much to help but are often unsure about the best way to show their concern.
I remember a few precepts that were and still are especially meaningful and offer them as a guide to those reaching out to grieving parents:
1. Please don’t ignore my painful loss. Saying nothing hurts worse than saying the “wrong thing” with sincerity. Some helpful phrases: “I’m sorry.” “I don’t know what to say, but I really care.”
2. Let me talk about my beloved, if I want to. Let me talk about how he died. Don’t be afraid to say his name. Share a memory if you want to.
3. Sit with me in silence. Sometimes words are absolutely useless. Squeeze my hand, hold my hand, pat my shoulder…give me a hug…cry with me. Look me in the eye…please don’t be afraid of my sorrow, of my tears.
4. Please don’t tell me you know how I feel! No, you don’t! We can never know how another feels…but ask me how I feel. And don’t tell me it’s part of God’s plan or that he’s in a better place.
5. Certain times of the year will always be hard for me….like all holidays! Christmas, Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. And most every family milestone tugs at my heart…births, children’s birthday parties, graduations, and weddings.
It’s true…. love never dies…memories of my child are alive and well in my mind and the hole in my heart will only be completely mended the day I am reunited with my beloved child.
But I have been encouraged and sustained by your friendship, your care, your support and help. May you be blessed!
Wonderful song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqwomT5YSiw