Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Parenting--buddy or coach? by Leah St. James

Have you been following the news this week in Major League Baseball? I wouldn’t have been, except that this week’s news had little to do with baseball and much to do with parenting. Adam La Roche, former first baseman for the Chicago White Sox, retired and gave up his $13 million annual salary to spend more time with his son, Drake. 

 

My first thought was Oh, how nice! 

My second thought was more than a little envious, Geez, how lucky to have that choice. 

Then I started reading more about it and I discovered that it wasn’t the case of a dad who traveled a lot and rarely got to see his son. It was a case of a dad refusing to be separated from his son. 

According to this Washington Post article, it’s common for baseball players to bring their sons into the clubhouse. But La Roche brought his son with him every day. “Drake La Roche was a constant presence at Adam’s side, shagging fly balls during batting practice, remaining in the clubhouse during games, helping the attendants with odd jobs all the while.” They even had adjacent lockers.

So when the team’s executive vice president asked him to cut back on the visits, La Roche claimed a breach of the agreement he had made with the club prior to signing. (In a statement released a few days ago, LaRoche said he was later told not to bring his son at all.) And he walked away from what many would consider a dream job with a salary to match.

Many are lauding his decision as a win for family values.

I’m all for family values, spending time together and sticking up for our principles, but I can’t help but sympathize with the White Sox--at least as far as asking for a cut-back. Maybe they shouldn’t have agreed to that arrangement in the first place. Maybe the visits were just more than they envisioned? I mean, what if every player wanted his son to have an that kind of access? I’m picturing a free-for-all, day-care kind of environment, little boys running wild. (Visions of my son's first-grade birthday party at the mini golf course are haunting me!) The liability issues alone are enough to make an HR person’s hair turn white!

But my concerns are deeper and have nothing to do with business. 

To me, the big issue is about parenting, and from a parental standpoint, I have to disagree with the desire to have your child at work with you, every day, all day. I think that's depriving the child of other valuable life experiences.

To me, a parent’s job isn’t to spend every waking minute with a child. A parent’s job isn’t to be the child’s best buddy. 

A parent’s job is to teach (often by example) to guide, to share core values and to expose a child to the world—the good and the bad. Because there is bad in the world. People get sick. People lose jobs (not by their own choosing). People are victims of crime and cons and natural disaster.

The parent’s job is to help a child understand that while we work hard for a better life and for rainbows at the end of every day, sometimes life doesn’t work out that way. Sometimes an employer gives you news you don't want to hear.

Helping prepare a child to deal with the bad stuff in life is a huge part of a parent’s job. And I can’t help but think that Adam LaRoche just hit a foul ball. In fact, I think he might possibly have just taught his son that when you can’t get your way, pick up your ball and go home. 

I don’t claim to be an expert on parenting—far from it. But hubby and I have raised two sons to adulthood, and so far they seem to be pretty decent men. :-)

While they were with us, growing up, hubby and I didn’t have the luxury of binding them to our sides every waking minute.  They joined activities in and out of school, they met all different people outside our influence and made their friends, some we liked, some we didn't. And as they grew, when they made mistakes as everyone does, I watched with my heart in my throat, wishing I could jump in and make everything right. But they had to figure things out for themselves. 

As hard as it was, as much as I wanted to shelter them and control their environments, I had to let them learn on their own. I had to let them become men. 

So what do you think? Have I missed the point? Am I all wrong on this? 


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 Leah writes stories of mystery and romance, good and evil, and the power of love. Visit her at her website and on Facebook. Catch her tweeting lines from her works in progress for #1LineWednesday each week.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Fall by Diane Burton



Fall is my favorite time of year. Not just because of I was born in the Fall. It’s the crispness in the air. The chilly nights and warm, sunny days. The vibrant colors of the trees as the leaves turn. The crunch underfoot when the leaves fall. The smell of wood smoke as people begin using their fireplaces again.

Most of all, Fall means baseball playoffs. I know, I know. Most people think of football when they think of Fall. Not me. Baseball is my favorite sport. Hubs thinks watching baseball on TV is like watching paint dry. Again, not me. Baseball reminds of me my grandmother. She took me to my first major league baseball game when I was fifteen. I was visiting her in St. Louis and we went to a Cardinals’ game. I was enthralled. She also taught me how to keep score. As an adult, I took my younger brothers and sister to Tiger Stadium many times. The few times the Tigers were in the World Series with the Cardinals, I had mixed feelings. My hometeam loyalty is always for the Detroit Tigers. But a part of me roots a little for the Cardinals because of my grandmother and my mom.

When I wrote my first science fiction, SWITCHED, I set it in the Fall. It was so easy to incorporate all the senses mentioned above.


Blurb:
Wise-cracking mechanic Jessie Wyndom gets the surprise of her life when she's accidentally transported aboard an Alliance of Planets starship. Then she learns an identical twin who was raised on an alien planet has taken her place on Earth. They are victims of a scientific experiment that separated Terran twins before birth. Jessie doesn't believe it. This is all a gag perpetrated by her brother and his nerdy friends.

Years of discipline enables Captain Marcus Viator to maintain the austere, emotionless persona prized on his planet, Serenia. Until he meets the bold, impertinent Jessie. She must go back to Earth before she disrupts his well-organized life. When he tries to return his unwilling visitor, he discovers the ship has left Earth's orbit--supposedly at his command. When more sabotage crops up, Marcus and Jessie must work together to protect the crew and themselves. As their attraction grows, treachery and violence force them into decisions that could separate them forever.

Do you enjoy books set in certain times of the year?

I blog here on the 8th and 30th of each month and Mondays on my own site http://dianeburton.blogspot.com