We showed up at the courts for her first match and she got her team jersey (cool white for the blazing Temecula heat.) We had already had a little bit of an “issue” with the jersey because I swore she’d picked it up at practice then promptly lost it. She swore she’d picked it up at practice, given it to me for safekeeping, and I’d promptly lost it (i.e. hid it from myself.)
Turns out the coach hadn’t given it to her at all and we tore the house apart looking for it for nothing. (I did discover in the process how slobby my kids’ rooms are, but I’m picking my parental battles.)
Jersey confusion was the first mistake. Not bringing my own folding parent sports spectator chair was my second. Families were wheeling in coolers with iced Gatorade and each family member’s own personal folding chair. This is Temecula where we take kid sports watching seriously.
One of the other dads rolled out an extra folding chair for me and I settled in to play some solitaire to distract myself from having nerves on Eva’s behalf.
As soon as the match got underway I realized that was going to be impossible. Even as my inner voice was asking, “What are you DOING?!” I became a sports parent.
I’m not proud to admit that Eva’s coach had to remind me twice not to “interfere” or we’d get “called”by the other team’s coach.
(Eva was playing doubles and she and her partner kept getting confused about where to stand. Then their opponents were telling them where to stand but telling them wrong….not as sabotage but because these girls are all absolute beginners and as an adult it’s just really, really tempting to just tell them what to do!)
Notes to self:
- It was a zillion degrees in Temecula this weekend
- My kids need to wear sunscreen, especially on their little freckled faces. I am a horrible role model.
- Buy a chair
- Buy a cooler (?)
- Buy a ball hopper and 1,000 tennis balls
- Finally one of my kids is interested in playing tennis!!!!