Spring means Lacrosse
Spring in Connecticut…freezing rain, blowing wind, damp and cold. Obviously the next thing that comes to mind should be outdoor lacrosse tryouts.
Spending two hours outside shivering, dressed for winter and holding an umbrella. Fantastic way to spend a Sunday.
The only thing worse would be to be one of the kids on the field. In shorts and jerseys, and not much else. Brrr…(or possibly one of the evaluators who aren’t running like the kids!)
In our house spring means lacrosse. And spring means soccer, but I’ll tackle soccer another day.
We always joke with our youngest son: “What’s your favorite sport?”
His response: “Whatever sport I’m playing!”
It’s true. Hockey recently ended but I knew it was really over the day Teronis (that’s what he asked to be called!) came home and asked for help dragging out the LAX wall. Until that day he had spent hours, almost every day this winter, on the ice rink in the backyard practicing for hockey. Shooting and shooting and skating and skating. This is a very focused kid.
Then one day, just like that, done.
It’s time for lacrosse. Because spring means lacrosse.
Now its running and catching with his brother (who also plays but hasn’t chosen a blog name yet), drilling that LAX wall over and over.
Its fun to watch them practice a sport they love.
Tryouts were Sunday and we waited anxiously for the rosters to be announced. There is an A team (Silver) and a B team (Green) this year, unlike the three-team mash-up of last year.
The best case scenario would be 2 Silver team placements. Which is not unrealistic as the boys have played on the same team in the past (including this exact team last year.)
To say Monday, Tuesday and early Wednesday were torturous would be putting it mildly. Any time the boys walked into the house, “Did we get an email?” “Is it out yet?”
The two phone calls I received Wednesday afternoon weren’t great.
One made Silver, the other Green.
The anxiety and unknowing turns into a sadness, even for the one who made Silver and feels terribly for his brother (if only because he knew how badly his brother wanted a Silver roster spot.)
It’s not the worst thing in the world, it just feels like it for a while. When doubt about your skills creeps in and you think am I really not good enough? I played on this team last year, how did I not make it again this year? What did I do wrong?
Reassuring my kids that they are good enough, they tried their best and they will rock on the team they were placed on, is my role as their mom. To accept and allow the disappointment, while keeping away from the second guessing and doubt that accompanies it, that’s hard. We want to know why, because to us it doesn’t make sense, but it doesn’t have to. It is what it is and sometimes that’s a hard pill to swallow.
Now we are looking at a different lacrosse season than the one we had anticipated. There’s a ton of good about what has happened: his friends are on the team, the team in general is a talented, solid team and they should be very competitive in their match-ups.
We’re looking at a different lacrosse season all right.
But it’s going to be okay. The boys will be playing a sport they love and we’re going to get to watch twice as many games.
That’s always good – because in our house, for our boys, spring means lacrosse. However we get to experience it.