I am not sporty and jocks never did it for me and, yes, I danced and swam but not competitively. As a way to encourage more physical activity, my parents made me take my love of the water to an "extreme," by forcing me to join a swim team. I liked my teammates but I hated the competitive aspect and, I think, that's why I don't necessarily like sports. They weren't a big deal to me when I was in school or out of school or even now, as a mother, but that doesn't keep me from dealing with the struggles only parents who hate sports understand. Ugh. I thought the days of feigning excitement for competitive physical activity was over. Nope.
My competitive sports days ended as soon as I graduated high school. I didn’t swim competitively after I graduated and though I loved the camaraderie of that team, I never felt compelled to seek out another sport. In college, I went back to taking dance classes, and avoided sports bars like the plague. Now that I’m raising kids, sports have re-entered my life, mostly because it's my turn to want our son and daughter to get some physical activity. School doesn’t offer an adequate amount of recess (get it together, public education) and my kids sleep so much better (read: I sleep so much better) when they’ve been running around during the day. So, here we are. Sports. Ugh, I just hate sports.
Still, my hate for sports doesn't trump my want and need for my children to be healthy, and my personal disdain shouldn't shape what my children inevitably decide they do or do not like. That means the following struggles are here to stay, because I won't be changing my mind about sports anytime soon.