Passion

I have passion.
Actually I am extremely competitive, but passion makes is sound alot less well....bad.

This weekend, Sarah went to her first Softball tryouts. We knew she'd make the team because KC is coaching, but it was tryouts all the same.
KC and I discussed the tryouts ahead of time, and it was determined that Sarah would be under alot less stress to perform, it I went with Ben on his Cub Scout activity. (which was met with ALOT of sighing and eye rolling by the boy.)

This weekend has been full of Softball type activities for our family. Sarah and I have taken every sunny opportunity (where nascar wasn't on) to work on her skills.
She has got a really great arm and if we could just work on her accuracy, I think that she has a bright future. I am not exaggerating when I say that my 8 year old daughter can make the through from 3rd to 1st. She (when she pays attention) can hit the ball very well also.

I am extremely happy that she wants to play, although I do question how much she is playing because she wants to and how much she is playing because I want to.

I have been to the Fireballs web site and printed out papers, I have been to the OSAA website and printed out rules and coaching tips and I have been to Jenny Finch's web site (she is a goddess!!) and printed out tips from her. I have highlighted things in there that are important, and I have them all stapled together and ready to hand to KC.
I know it is over kill and that he is the coach of 6,7 and 8 year old girls, but again with the passion.

KC and I decided last year that he would coach. (really, I wanted to coach, but....I am afraid that my passion would either create a team of softball G.I Joe combat warriors OR make every girl on the team run home in tears and begging not to have to play.) So KC is the coach. I thought that I would just sit on the side line and help out at practice if needed, but to my surprise my sweet husband who never ceases to amaze me, put me on the team list as an official assistant coach.

I get to help. I can not tell you how this simple gesture on his part makes me feel.