I have issues with competitive sports. Maybe it's the peace lover in me. Or maybe it's the idea of someone losing and the feelings of sadness that accompany that bothers me.
When my son approached me with the idea of him participating on a flag football team, I wanted to raise my self righteous nose and say, "Why on earth? Football is for meatheads." In fact, I think I did just that. But he persisted and after some discussion on what it means to be a part of a team and to keep focus on doing his best, we consented.
I want to say that the experience, this go around, was completely different from past sporting experiences, but I can't fully say that. As I observed at games, there were still the looks of disappointment on coaches' faces, on boys' faces, and on parents' faces. It physically hurts me to see that. I know I'm a bleeding heart. It's true.
But all was not lost, there was a positive aspect that occurred for me. It was this...our son did not complain one time. No, not once. He did not complain about practice. He did not complain that he dropped the ball possibly every time he touched it. He did not complain that he only pulled one flag the entire season. He did arrive at every game with determination to try his best. He was an example to me on how to play sports and not let sports play him.
So maybe, just maybe, the problem doesn't lie with competitive sports, but with MY attitude on playing the game.