<p>I don’t think it’s “scary” to know the times for teammates, but in our community it was somewhat frowned upon to comment on someone else’s kids’ times. To other parents, that meant you were paying too much attention, and probably just to compare your daughter to theirs. They saw it as negatively competitive. My husband was an athlete, and was our daughter’s unofficial coach through her high school career. He knew what times were being run all over the country, and what constituted a good or competitive time. He referenced that in order to get our daughter to know what she was aiming for, and if she was nowhere near those times, then she could do well in Wisconsin, for instance, but would not likely get recruited for college. She made the state in her event as a freshman, but quit running after that year. (Very sad parents…)</p>
<p>D told us that she never did like running, and only did it because we wanted her to. (She was good…) But we told her that we never wanted her to do something because WE wanted it, so she quit. She did like tennis, on the other hand, and felt she could do better in that. My husband was a tennis pro, and was her unofficial coach through high school. Good thing because he was probably better at coaching HER than her main high school coach, and he knew her well enough to know when and how to push, and when to back off. He knew what she was capable of, whereas her last coach was more interested in the stars on the team. (She was good, but was not the star). At the matches, however, we sat quietly on the sidelines along with the other parents, commenting when she made a bad play (as others have mentioned), but fully supportive of her and her team.</p>
<p>One time I had to step in as a mother, though. She fought hard in a singles match, and the other girl came in with much fanfare and buzz. D likes to be friends with her opponents, and rarely called out balls. “Well, I thought it was, but I don’t know…” This was hard to sit through given the match was so tight. She fought from behind, but managed to get into a third set. And then she came to the sideline crying. Dad stepped aside – he’s not good with the tears. Mom’s not good with the coaching. I asked what was the matter. She said she was bothered by our reaction to our line-calling. (Okay, we didn’t do very well here. I nearly fell out of my lawn chair on another non-call). I was firm and told her that she needed to call the lines as she saw them, and not give things away. She said she DID call it like she saw it. I told her then if that was how she saw it, then that was the right thing to do. I told her she was right there, and in the best position to make the call. I hugged her and stood with her until the nerves calmed and she was ready to finish this particular battle. She gathered herself and went back in and won going away. </p>
<p>But this is one of the really good memories I have from being a sports mom, and it showed both H and me what our daughter was made of. She does not play in college, and now just enjoys the sport for fun.</p>