I have thought about whether I should blog about how Will's first Tball game really went or whether I should just let it be. But I believe in "keeping it real" so here's how it really went down. Rollercoaster. Yep - that's a good description. You have to understand that Will loves baseball. He loves it. He plays with Kevin in our living room all the time. He likes watching it on tv and Kevin actually pitches the wiffle ball to him and he hits it really well. It is no secret that Will has a temper. He is also competitive and he is also sensitive. I have always slightly dreaded team sports. I feared the tears and meltdowns. I wasn't planning on signing him up, but one of his friends was putting a team together and I hated for him not to play with the kids from his class. So, I signed him up. He was so excited and the first practice went really well. The first game - not so much.
The game was at 12:30 - in hindsight this was probably not a great time for 3 year olds to play. Also, all of our family came to watch him. We are so blessed so many people cared enough to come. The kid is loved. But that probably also lead to some anxiety. The team pic below is right before the game. He is in the middle with the fingers in his mouth. This is the first sign of trouble. This means he is way out of his comfort zone and anxious. We were the home team so we were in the field first. Every kid gets to bat. It is super laid back. I mean - they are 3. Parents can go in the field with the kids. Honestly, it gets boring. Will played right field the first inning and I was out there with him. I got bored, too. Not many 3 year olds hit it out our way. Then it was our turn to bat. Will was supposed to bat last. Another problem. More time to get anxious. Long story short - something set him off and we had one heck of a meltdown. It was something so silly, so trivial that sent him over the edge. It wasn't just a little fit. There were several kids that had those. This was a running/screaming fit where nothing would calm him down. I tried tough love, I tried coddling. Nothing was working. He missed his turn to bat. He then was about to calm down and said he wanted to bat - but it was too late. And then the screaming began again. So after about 10 min of this, we quickly realized it was time to leave.
The honest truth is I was mortified. Completely embarrassed. After thinking about it some, I realize I wasn't a great parent in that situation. Not that his behavior was acceptable, because it most definitely wasn't but I could have tried to be more understanding and handled it better. I surely didn't help it. I was so spent after the game. So was Kevin. We hurried out and left our confused family there and went home. We put him to bed immediately and Kevin and I tried to decompress. Things had been good for so long. We hadn't had an "episode" in months and months. And then it all blew up. I cried, a lot. And we both just wanted to crawl in bed with him and tell him it was going to be ok. We love that kid so much. He is such an amazing kid. It breaks my heart when he can't handle his emotions and they escalate in such a big way. The bummer is that he had a 2nd episode the next day - on Mother's Day. Ugh. I don't know what happened.

These pics are from the 2nd game. It was luckily only a few days later on Tues. He did great. He had a blast. It was exactly what we expected from the beginning. Hallelujah. There is hope. We don't have to quit! (Yes, that thought immediately crossed my mind - we're not ready for this!). We have had a 3rd game and he did great again. I guess the first game was a fluke. We're hoping, anyway. Their team is named The Great Bambinos. So fun! The stinker sure is a cute little tball player! Pray this passes and it was just one really bad weekend!