Parents Should Provide Encouragement to Children
As one who coaches a sport for a living, I try not to treat my players like commodities whose value to me is directly related to their performance potential. They are human beings, worthy of respect and compassion. Ditto for my own sons. I mention this because of a scene I witnessed recently at an out-of-state wrestling tournament my sons participated in. First, I will admit I get emotionally involved in the matches. They are exciting and can easily bring a parent to the brink of cardiac arrest. But I try not to overdo the yelling and cheering and I try to be as encouraging as possible. During one match that did not involve my son, I noticed a nine-year-old boy’s mom who managed to get down on the mat beside her son’s coach. When I observed the intensity on her face at the beginning of her son’s match, I was concerned. It was obvious this match was “do or die” for her. Her son fought with all his might but was overmatched and destined to lose. His mom screamed at him while she filmed with her video camera. Her words were sharp and threatening and not the least bit encouraging. I can only hope when she played the tape back later she realized how mean she sounded. Toward the end of the match, while lying on his stomach, the boy- who was fighting so hard not to get pinned that he was nearly in tears- glanced over at his mom when it became apparent he was going to lose. I watched in horror as she turned her head away in disgust the moment their eyes met. When she was sure he was no longer looking at her, she glared back at her defeated son with a countenance that sent chills down my spine. After the match, she grabbed her dejected son by the arm and marched him up to their spot on the bleachers where she proceeded to chew him out in front of everybody. I don’t doubt that this mom loved her son. I’m not saying she is an unfit parent. None of us can stand in judgment because we’ve probably all been upset at our children and overreacted at times. And nothing against moms because it could just as well have been a father. But I’m most worried about that little boy. I’m scared he’ll never forget that day. At a moment of great struggle and in a time when he most needed reassurance, when tears were in his eyes and his body and spirit were hurting- a child’s weary eyes sought out his mother’s eyes only to see her turn her face away from him. I pray the image of that moment can somehow be erased from his mind. I understand being loud at athletic events, though I think comments should be predominantly positive. I even understand parents who challenge their kids after an event when they have shown a poor attitude or given up too easily when they should have persevered. But I pray that I will never become so irritated at one of my players- or one of my sons- that I rub salt in their wounds by deserting them at a moment when they need me the most.