As the air gets brisk, I’m reflecting on an epic summer of growing for my boys. So many achievements unlocked, so many bucket list checks, so much giving back.
It’s one thing to be an Olympic athlete, it’s another to be the parent sitting in the stands completely helpless. I love watching Olympic parents, because that’s an emotion I get.
I love watching the Olympics with my kids. Every 2 years they get inspired to be better and try harder. They learn the highs and lows of life through sport, because of the Olympics.
It crushes me to watch my son play sports. The way other kids are letting him down rips my soul out. And it’s devastating.
It’s baseball season and whether you’re playing catch in the yard, or joining a team, getting your child’s first glove is a big moment. Here’s how to choose one.
If found myself coaching soccer this year. Nothing I had ever anticipated. I loved it. It was stressful and as we get ready for the spring season, I’ve made a decision.
It’s been a parenting stress of mine from the beginning. Which activities will they love? Which one should we join? I worried all the time about it.
The most painful part of coaching soccer is not the scoreboard. That hurts, it really hurts, but Wednesday mornings hurt the most because that’s the day after practice.