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Dad, It doesn’t help!

During the 2014 season I asked my son what do all the kids in the dugout think when their parents urge them on with ‘instructions’ and ‘encouragement’ as they are playing the game? He said bluntly, they don’t like it.

I further pressed him, what about when I call out some last second reminders just before you bat, you know, the things we’ve talked about during the week and to help you remember what to do. Again, he didn’t mince his words and said, “Dad, it doesn’t help.”

And then he went on to say, “When I am in the batter’s box I follow the instructions of my third base coach and put myself in the zone to block every other noise out. It doesn’t help me, or any other kid when our parents are yelling things out.” I was staggered by his confident appraisal of the situation.

I went away and talked to a couple of players from our club who had played for Australia and in the minor leagues in the USA. They said their fathers always watched them quietly and never said a thing. Let me say that again: never said a thing. They may have cheered when their son and his team mates made a nice hit or play but they never put their own egos out there to think they would make the last minute difference to their son’s success or failure in the game.

I saw Zac Shepherd’s dad in the stands one day at a Blue Sox game. (Zac was signed with the Detroit Tigers) I watched him closely, very closely, looking for any signs of him shouting out encouragement or frustration from the stands. Nothing. Even when his son made an error on the field or was struck out—nothing. I also saw the dad when he was watching his thirteen year old son play. The same. He just looked pleased to be there and allowed the coaches to do their job without him interfering.

Over and over again, I read about the players that have gone far in the game and without fail the same story appears. The parents watched and enjoyed the game in silence. They let their kids play and enjoy themselves without putting the heavy burden of having to please the parent.

But I know my kid and I know what helps him or her. Really? Do you?

Baseball is a game designed for you to fail. There is a tremendous amount of pressure on our kids when they go to bat or are alone on the mound. And here I was thinking I could make the difference to my own son by sneaking behind the dugout to say some ‘inspiring’ words; or have a special code I could call out that only he would understand; or as he swung and missed that my ‘wisdom’ during his at bat would make the difference between him getting on base or not.

My son’s words ring loud and true even as I type this blog, “Dad, it doesn’t help.” But I thought I was helping… all I was helping was my own ego and pride get in the way thinking I made the difference. Yes, it is my own ego and pride riding on every success and failure of what my kid did out there. I know we like to blame the umpire, blame the coach, blame anything to why our kid may not be doing what we hoped for. Why not stop blaming anyone and let our kids just have some fun out there with their teammates; let the coach do the talking.

Even then the coach can get in the way at times when he thinks he can give technical input during a kids at bat. Let me tell you, it doesn’t help. The time for technical input from the coach or parent is when the player is in the right frame of mind. (Most of the time this is when they are training).

Over Christmas I finished a book called the Matheny Manifesto. If you find it difficult understanding the concept of how much us parents get in the way just read that book. His letter to the parents of the Little League team he was asked to coach went viral—and this is what inspired the book. Look it up. Search for it. It is an eye opener. And this is from the current coach of the St Louis Cardinals.

At the end of a game or practice now, when I am driving my son home, I’ll tell him I enjoyed watching him play and note some good things he and the team did. I’ll try to have a laugh with him about some errors or ground outs he made. And if he is ready, and I have his ear, I may raise an issue I saw during the game. I may.

Even then I’ll phrase it in the right way so he doesn’t think it is my ego and frustration doing the talking. Because, it’s not about me. It’s not about any of us parents. Don’t we wish our big fat egos would just shut up? I wish mine did.

Don’t get me wrong, I still feel like yelling something ‘beneficial’ out. I still think I can make a difference. Most of you know me I am a fairly loud cheerer and quite the clown at some games. Even recently in Taiwan I was loud and having a lot of fun in the stands and outfield. But I’ve learnt to stop yelling instruction… because, “Dad, it doesn’t help.”

Oh, if you find your kid is always looking at you when he does something wrong on the field or bating because he thinks he displeased you, why not move spots so your kid doesn’t know where you are. Our kids want to please us already and it hurts them even more when they know our ego and pride is riding on the game and they feel they’ve let us down.

Seriously, make yourself and your voice a ghost. Take the pressure off them and let them be kids whom love the game: the game that is set up for them to fail; set up for them to learn some great lessons of life.

I’ve learnt my lesson from wise and talented men who played the game at the highest level, from watching a dad who has two talented sons playing the game, and from the honest mouth of my son. It is a hard lesson, one that will pierce our hearts. Let our kids say to us when they reflect back on how much they enjoyed the game, “Dad/Mum, you were a great help.”

Mark Maguire