Last night was my son’s last T-ball game and I have to admit I am happy. The lack of parenting today just has me so frustrated, I couldn’t bear to spend another night with undisciplined children! I tend to be a bit strict compared to some parents I guess, but my son is well-behaved, very polite, considerate of others and he respects adults. He’s not even 6 years old yet and everyone always comments on how mature he is for his age.
Last night during the last inning of the game, my son was on third base. This one kid, who I lovingly refer to as “The Devil’s Spawn”, decided that he owned third base last night for some reason. This is the same kid that has done nothing but cause problems the entire season and his parents don’t do a darn thing with him.
He kept pushing my son and my son would not move. The coaches kept telling this brat to get off of the base but he would not listen. I could not stand to see my son being shoved anymore, so I walked over (right during the game), walked up to my son and told him to just move off of the base. It wasn’t worth getting hurt over. My son started to tear up thinking that he was in trouble for something that he didn’t do and it almost made me cry.
I calmly explained to him that he was not in trouble at all. “In fact”, I said, “I am very proud of you for your excellent behavior and for not pushing and shoving him back. You are doing an excellent job and mommy and daddy are very proud of your behavior tonight. I just don’t want you standing near him”.
He smiled at me and moved over. You could see on his face how happy he was for doing the right thing and for me acknowledging it.
Finally, “The Devil’s Spawn’s” father came over and said something to his son. I couldn’t hear what it was but his behavior did not improve. His little butt would have been taken out of the game. He should not have been allowed to play anyway.
Then since it was the last game, the team got to go for ice cream afterward. Another one of the kids who is quite rowdy also thought it would be fun to punch me in the stomach! He hit me pretty hard in the lower abdomen too. His parents did yell at him but they never apologized to me, never told him to apologize to me and again I was furious. I told him to not hit me ever again or anyone else.
Needless to say, today I feel like crap and I have no energy. I am so thankful every day that my child does not act like those children. He’s a true blessing.