Lacrosse kids are brutes! Even when they are just supposed to be listening to the coach, they are constantly pounding on each other with their sticks and elbows and hips. It's a different world, but they all seem to be having so much fun. They don't want to quit playing - they beg for more, and they yell in enthusiasm over every game. Even though Reid is the smallest on the team, he endures these pokes and prods from older teammates without complaint. The practices are long - two hours - and although Reid seems exhausted towards the end, he keeps going out there and trying.
Reid is not at the point of shoving back in all this hardcore playfulness. But at his first practice he did manage to knock another kid's ball out when playing sharks and minnows. The other kid laid down and cried. Reid looked at me in horror. I gave him a thumbs up, and he looked so surprised. I'm sure he was expecting me to tell him to go tell the kid he was sorry and give him his ball back. But this is lacrosse. No apologies for stolen balls!
It's very different for me. I never did team sports. I rode horses. I did cross country one year in high school, but that's still a solo sort of performance. I have to say, though, lacrosse seems more interesting to watch than soccer or basketball. And I know how to say "Great job" or "I'm so proud of you!" In the long run I think that's all I really need to be a good lacrosse mom. After all, it seems to be working when I'm dance mom for Cort (because I know nothing about dance either, although I am learning a bit as I go).
In the end, all they really need is to know they have your support, right?
Readers, do you have any lacrosse tips for me? I still don't know how a game is played.