Rec League Probz

Get ready for a rant.

My son has played organized sports since he was in kindergarten.  He started with plastic golf clubs, then moved on to flag football, rec league basketball and baseball.  As he grew he went on to tackle football, more rec league basketball and now competes on our school’s basketball and golf teams.

And you want to know the two things that drove me crazy about rec league sports?

Trophies and Snack Momma duty.

Not to go all “back in the day” on you, but “back in the day” no one was Snack Momma.  And before all you mommas who take great pride in your snacks get all bent out of shape, let me finish.  The boys I grew up with went to sports practice, brought a Gatorade or two and drank out of a hose.  (Yes, the same hose they watered the field with.)  And no momma was standing there with a pint size Gatorade in the requested flavors for each player, a pre-peeled and sectioned orange and a package of peanut butter on whole wheat crackers. (Oh gosh, now I’ve entered the allergy discussion – skip the peanut butter – make that cheese.  Hmmm. Lactose…)

And these boys grew up, got jobs and had families.  Gosh I’m even married to one.  They (OK, most of them) function in society without momma handing them a snack at the office. (Yes sir, I am ready to close that deal.  Hold on, my momma is here with a sliced, toasted and cream cheesed-up bagel and a juice box…)

And why on earth is every kid getting a trophy these days for simply showing up? My son has enough participation trophies to award 2 or 3 little league teams all on his own.  But “back in the day” kids got a trophy when they won a championship or outperformed other players.  Why don’t we just give a gold medal to EVERYONE who competes in the Olympics for goodness sake?  Do we not think we are setting unrealistic expectations for our children?  (Gee, Billy thanks for showing up to work today.  Here’s a nice crisp $100 bill for you even though you don’t work as hard as John…)

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I’m sure I’ve struck a nerve with all the mommas who consult Pinterest on a daily basis for creative ways to package your sports snacks.  But let me tell you where you don’t get a trophy and Snack Momma doesn’t show up every day.

That would be ALMOST EVERY DAY OF YOUR ADULT LIFE.  Trophies for showing up and Snack Momma are just 2 of the reasons we are so unhappy with our lives.  We are constantly seeking out someone to validate us or prop us up and fulfill our needs and then we are devastated when neither one happens.

So let’s change how we approach our day and pass that on to our children.  Instead of looking around for your next trophy at work, how about reaching out to a struggling co-worker and help them reach a goal?  “Nobody should seek his own good, but the good of others.” (1 Corinthians 10:24)  Instead of waiting on Snack Momma to show up and hand you a fruit cup why don’t you buy lunch for the guy behind you in the Chick-Fil-A drive-thru line?  “Be kind and compassionate to one another…” (Ephesians 4:32)

It’s time to wean ourselves off of the need for constant approval and provision from others.

If you are in a relationship with Jesus, you already know that those only come from Him anyway

“His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness…”  (1 Peter 1:3)

Don’t sit around and wait on a trophy – go be somebody’s Snack Momma today.
Leigh

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2 thoughts on “Rec League Probz

  1. Oh how right you are! Our society is driven by both an innate need to please everyone (so as not to offend anyone) and the feeling that we are entitled to a trophy. I have to remind myself daily, “It’s not about me. It’s about Him.” His validation is all I need. If we lean on Him, then we won’t be searching for others to “prop us up”. Thank you so much for such an insightful post.

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