Remember my last post, where I stated that I have no athletic ability in my bones? That is still true, but I love my son enough to step out of my box and be the Assistant Volleyball Coach for his team. Boy, I hope one day he realizes how much I love him.
My two oldest, Marie and Patrick, played on the volleyball team at school last year. However, this year they had to split the grades apart and there was a possibility that Patrick’s team wouldn’t have a coach. Since I know how much he loves volleyball, I volunteered to be the Assistant Volleyball Coach. With the understanding that I know nothing about coaching volleyball. I told them that if they just needed a warm body to fill that space, I was the woman for the job. They were okay with that and so now I am finding myself going to volleyball practices every week.
I never really plan on doing a lot at the practices. Yet, I always end up coming home exhausted from shagging balls. No matter how tired I am, I have a good feeling about helping out Patrick’s team. He is on a team of 4th & 5th grade boys and girls. There are only 2 kids that returned from last year, so we mostly work on fundamentals for the new players.
It has been quite an experience and I’m glad I volunteered for the job. I may not be able to show them what to do on the court, but I can tell them how to behave. I can teach them about sportsmanship and teamwork. So you see, even when I’m not substituting, I am still out there teaching the kids something.