Lynn: Helicopter mom or ripped-off consumer? You decide.

Maybe you can help me.  I could be one of those parents Marybeth talked about a few posts ago who wants to jump in and save her daughter when the going gets tough and life appears to be unfair.

Or I could just be a ticked off, ripped-off consumer.  You decide.

So the story goes that I enrolled my daughter in a volleyball club.  She’s 15 and has never played volleyball before, but my very tall daughter (she’s 5” 10”) appeared to show an interest in the sport when she asked for a volleyball for her birthday.  I gifted her the ball and went one step further by signing her up for a local club team.

It was a great mommy thing to do.  Now, the not-so-great consumer part:  It costs $1,800 for my daughter to have the privilege of being part of this club!

The ex-husband and I are splitting the cost, so that took the sting out a bit.  But I reasoned, “Oh, it will be worth the money because she’s tall and probably has some hidden talent and perhaps she finally found her sport.” It’s my duty as a mom to develop my daughter’s potential anyway, right?

You can’t put a price on that.

So we’re about a month into weekend tournaments and my daughter spends more time on the sidelines watching the other girls play than she does on the court actually playing.  Not that I’m keeping track of her playing time, but I just happened to calculate the total percentage of court time that she had last weekend and it amounted to about 2% of the entire tournament.

And my blood was boiling! The coach glanced over at me a few times because I was smokin’ hot.  No, really. I’m pretty sure flames were coming out of my ears.

OK, so maybe my daughter isn’t as experienced a player as the other girls, who have been playing volleyball for 3-4 years longer than her.  But she goes to every practice and works her butt off, just like the other girls. She runs, she hustles, she dives, she digs, she blocks at the net, she has a pretty awesome overhead serve for a beginner . . . and yet, she isn’t getting as much playing time as the other girls in actual game situations.

Did I mention that we are paying $1,800 – just like all the other parents?

I did some Googling about “playing time,” and it turns out that it is a hot button in youth sports programs across the globe. There are plenty of parents, like me, wringing their hands and tempering their frustration on the sidelines because their children are sitting out while coaches continue to play their best players.

Frankly, I don’t think it’s fair. I’m seeing firsthand that when you continue to play only the best girls, two things happen:  These elite few  only get better in their athletic abilities, creating an even greater divide between them and the other, not-so-experienced players like my daughter, ensuring them even more playing time in the future.  And, something only a mom would notice:  I see how wilted and defeated my daughter looks on the sidelines.

(Or maybe I’m just imagining that, and looking at her through the wrong lens. Mine.)

When I think about all the money we’re spending/wasting for my daughter to be nothing more than a substitute player, it makes me mad, as a consumer — and breaks my heart, as a mother.

So I asked my daughter how she feels about not getting to play much in a tournament, and bless her heart, here’s what she said:

“It’s OK.  I’m not good enough yet to play. I just need to work harder and get better at practice.”

The helicopter mom wanted to swoop in and wrap my arms around my gigantic little girl and say, “Well, of course you’re good enough! You can do anything!”

But I didn’t, because somewhere deep inside me, I knew she was right.

So I’ve decided to cool my jets and sit quietly on the sidelines like a good little ripped off, ticked-off parent, with my teeth planted firmly in a very wide leather strap.

Because character is being developed on – AND OFF – that court.  And I need to remember that’s something that no amount of money could ever buy.

About Lynn Armitage

Lynn Armitage is a syndicated columnist, writer, blogger, entrepreneur, former editor and radio news producer. She began her writing career in Fourth Grade when she was asked this question on a test, “Where is President Nixon right now?” The correct answer was, “In China.” Lynn drew a complete blank, but threw the dice and responded with, “In love,” earning her five extra bonus points. Lynn had found her life’s work. The owner of Rockin Cupcakes, Lynn is a single mom who lives in Northern California with the last teenage daughter left in the house. Find her at www.myteenthealien.com and indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com.

05. February 2013 by
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Comments (3)

  1. OK, she’s maybe not that good yet. She needs to practice more, &tc. &tc. &tc.

    But the reason you paid $1800 for the season was for her to play as well as practice. You can very calmly talk to the coach (who assuredly gains some kind of benefit, even if not monetary) and say “hey, we signed my daughter up so she’d get the whole experience, practice as well as real game time” The coach should be able to put her in when the game’s not close.

  2. I agree with Nick. Speak with the coach and explain that she’ll be more valuable to the team as a whole if she gets play time. Lessons are learned on the court too. Good luck!

  3. UPDATE: My daughter just played in a day-long tournament yesterday, and thank goodness, she
    got a lot more playing time. I literally saw her grow an inch out there in confidence. Each time she helped the team score a point, she looked so happy and proud of herself. Finally, she looked like she fit in and was part of the team, and because of that, her skills improved. A few parents came up to me afterward to tell me how well my daughter played. And that’s the thing, all you coaches out there: You need to give these girls/boys on the sidelines more of a chance because you will never know what they are capable of — or how big their hearts are — until you give them the opportunity to prove themselves.

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