Bleacher Buddies
By Marie Hartwell-Walker, Ed.D.
March 15, 1999
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I'm sitting on a bleacher - again. I think I've clocked a
million hours since my kids started participating in sports and things
artistic. By now I'm a pro at it. I have my book, my bottle of water, my
newspaper, a blanket in winter, bug repellant in summer, sunblock all year. If
a younger kid is dragged along, I'm prepared with enough food, juice boxes,
and amusements to keep her/him supplied for a week. I've learned how to stay
alert for the 3 1/2 minutes my kid is actually doing something in the three
hours I'll be sitting here and to look generally attentive to the rest of the
game, rehearsal, lesson, or whatever, while still reading the paper or
chatting to another parent. It's an art from, developed over years of
conscientious practice. In all seriousness, bleacher time is some of the best of what
life is all about.. Parenting is ultimately about witnessing: watching our
children, giving them approval, filling them up with enough delight in them
and their developing competence that they develop self confidence. The two are
inextricably interrelated. The more competence a child gains, the more
confidence comes with it. The extra confidence gives them the boost that same
child needs to try something more challenging. Attentive parents are the key
ingredient for setting that formula in motion for a lifetime. Being a good parent means being a good sport about all the
time you spend in uncomfortable seats beside fields, courts, rinks, and pools
and in arenas, auditoriums, classrooms, and theaters. Your kids need you
there. And, in truth, so do you. Missing the action at all these events means
missing the good stuff about being in a family. Missing sharing with other
parents means missing what it means to be raising children in community with
others. I've come to calling the other parents who share in the
suffering and delight that goes with being a parental audience "bleacher
buddies". Often enough, the only time we see each other is on the
bleachers. We chat, pass the time, give each other a smile when a kid does
something great, a commiserating shrug when things aren't going so well down
on the floor, field, whatever. Sometimes these casual encounters plant the
seeds for a solid friendship. More often, they become part of the fabric of
community, the backdrop of our lives. There's something comforting and
rewarding in just seeing the same faces and families again and again over the
years as our respective kids grow from t-ball to Little League, a
learn-to-skate program to competitions or hockey games, the elementary skit to
the high school musical. As we travel together from parent night to parent
night at the various grades, we watch ourselves and our kids grow. I'm concerned about the many over-stressed parents who seem
resentful about the time they spend watching kids and attending parent
conferences. In fairness, they really are over-stressed and stretched. We all
have more to do in a day than is humanly possible. But what these tired and
fretful people often don't realize is how much we can be emotionally and
spiritually fed by being at the kids' events. In the community of other
parents, there is an opportunity for perspective and support for our
parenting. Time on the bleachers isn't just for the kids' sakes. It's also
part of what sustains us as parents. Dr. Marie advises: To be a good bleacher buddy . .
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