Dad’s on the Wrong Side of the Fence

    So today at baseball practice,  I timed the turns for all of the kids in my 8 year old son’s training trio,  as it seemed inequitable.  3 minutes and one second for one child, 1 minute and 38 seconds for another , and 1 minute and 3 seconds for my son. I investigate this. Why such variation? And why is my son’s time the shortest? I watch and time.
    Oh, what do I see? There is a man on the inside of the fence, jumping in there and doing ad hoc coaching for his son. Now I understand. The dad is in there with the 3 minute boy. The dad is on the wrong side of the fence;  inside of the fence for coaches , outside of the fence for parents.
    My son has always been a natural at baseball, from the age of 3. And, most importantly, he enjoys it, practicing and playing whenever he gets a chance (he’s out in the rain with glove, ball, bat, and Dad right now !) So, he needs less skill development during practice than some of the other team members.
     But, I’m thinking that things should still be equitable. I think about  talking to my husband about getting on the other side of the fence. But, that seems less than ideal. I’m hoping over time the coaches balance it out. And, I hope my son always has fun with baseball.

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About robin swetz

I am a creative writer that enjoys the simple things in life. I really connect with humor and really like making observations and writing about them with an overlay of humor. Its what makes my world go around.,
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