Come January, we started practice. Luckily we got a super nice coach -- very encouraging and somehow quickly understanding of my moody little 6-year-old.
A non-visual snapshot of Hank playing baseball -- he is the kid who isn't paying attention, won't practice, says baseball is stupid, etc., but then would cry if he struck out, and beat his fists on his thighs if the team lost a game. The biggest accomplishment would have been any sign of him managing his emotions and expectations better, but things seemed to get worse as the season progressed instead of better. We started two games a week late February, and, finally, in mid-June, our season came to an end. I think we were all glad for a break. Unfortunately Hank says he isn't interested in playing again. We are still hopeful he changes his mind -- but also looking for another team sport opportunity.
As mentioned, mom and dad were very involved with the team. Above is a scoreboard I made for the team, and here are some of the more creative snacks I put together until I gave up and just started throwing everything in a lunch bag and calling it a day.
|Baseball themed Poptarts from Big Lots. Unfortunately you couldn't read the team logos on them...|
|Rest of snack with Poptarts -- drew laces on a cup of peaches to look like a baseball|
|1st snack (with items above) -- personalized with player numbers and paper in team colors|
|2nd snack -- this was for a game right before Easter (hence the baseball themed eggs)|
|Packaging for snack shown above|
|My most creative snack -- used a dollar store frisbee to hold the snack items. It came with the net cover...|
|...and I added the custom Giants label|
I was so proud of him out there -- makes me envious of families with kids who just go with the flow in life, and those who feel passion for getting out there to do sports, win or lose. Hank will find his way in life, but wish he didn't make things so hard for himself along the way.
Today we went to watch an Angels game. Hank pointed out the positions, and wanted to make sure he knew where his favorite player, Mike Trout, was located on the field.
Other than that -- the only interest that fueled him through the game was a parade of snacks. Afterwards, we told him that he would be running the bases. You would think we told him we were severing his arm off.
He was so against doing it, but couldn't give a reason why. I made sure he knew it wasn't one of these runs -- just a quick jog through the bases. Only mom and dad would be watching him -- everybody else would be looking for their kid, and all the kids would be running at the same time -- everything I could think of that might be worrying him. By the time we got in line, he was ok with it.
|Hank = plaid shorts, Everett = little guy with blue shoes|
The only way we got him to do it was encouraging him to be a helper for his little brother, who really really wanted to run the bases.
Maybe this one will be the All Star?