My ex had been trying to convince me to force our son to play baseball since last Spring.
I use the word force because my son wanted nothing to do with it.
The thing is, our son isn’t athletic – but he is crazy smart. By crazy smart I mean that even though he is one of the youngest in his second grade class he is ahead of most of his classmates in both Reading and Math.
On his latest report card his teacher commented on how continually impressed she is with his “higher level thinking.”
Given the choice to go outside and play any type of sport or stay indoors he’d choose the indoor imaginative type play every time.
That fact didn’t bother me much until last Summer when he gained a significant amount of weight.
Don’t get me wrong here… I could care less how much my kid weighs – I’ll love him no matter what – but I could tell he was uncomfortable with the extra weight around his middle.
I believe part of it was caused by a nasal spray he started taking to combat his seasonal allergies that contained steroids – and the rest of the weight appeared due to a lack of exercise.
I kept an eye on his weight over the last six months and tried to make healthier choices in what I was feeding him – and while he didn’t gain any more weight he didn’t lose any either.
I know the extra weight isn’t good for him.
So about a month ago my ex and I both agreed that signing our son up for baseball would be a good idea to “force” him to get some more exercise.
Just like the year before, he still wanted nothing to do with playing baseball.
For weeks I had anxiety over whether or not my son would enjoy his first day of practice.
I also had anxiety over my ex and I having to stand on the sidelines together, and me having to face whatever reactions he had to how Aidan performed during practice.
But something crazy happened last weekend – we all had a great time.
There were no tears and no arguing – just smiles and laughter.
And after years of butting heads during a seemingly endless battle of who was right and who was wrong from opposing teams, my ex and I stood united last Saturday – proudly cheering on our son during his very first baseball practice.
For the first time in a long time it felt like all three of us were on the same team again.
I never thought I’d see the day… but I’m so glad I did.