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Kids and Sports: Our New Dysfunction

Kids and Sports: Our New Dysfunction

Based on my experience in the ER, parents have gone from being supportive to being subtly abusive. Why?

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I don't care if your eight year old can throw a baseball through six inches of plywood. He is not going to the pros. I don't care if your twelve-year-old scored seven touchdowns last week in Pop Warner; he is not going to the pros. I don't care if your sixteen -year-old made first team all-state in basketball. He is not playing in the pros. I don't care if your freshman in college is a varsity scratch golfer, averaging two under par. He isn't playing in the pros.

Now tell me again how good he is. I'll lay you two to one odds right now and I don't even know your kid, I have never even see them play, but I'll put up my pension that your kid is not playing in the pros. It is simply an odds thing. There are far too many variables working against your child. Injury, burnout, others who are better – these things are just a fraction of the barriers preventing your child from becoming "the one."

When does this pursuit of athletic stardom become unhealthy?

So how do we balance being the supportive parent who spends three hours a day driving all over hell's half acre to allow our child to pursue his or her dream without becoming the supportive parent that drives all over hell's half acre to allow our child to pursue OUR dream? When does this pursuit of athletic stardom become something just shy of a gambling habit? From my experience in the ER I've developed some insight in how to identify the latter.

  1. When I inform you as a parent that your child has just ruptured their ACL ligament or Achilles tendon, if the next question out of your mouth is, "How long until he or she will be able to play?" you have a serious problem.

  2. If you child is knocked unconscious during a football game and can't remember your name let alone my name but you feel it is a "vital" piece of medical information to let me know that he is the starting linebacker and that the team will probably lose now because he was taken out of the game, you need to see a counselor.

  3. If I tell you that mononucleosis has caused the spleen to swell and that participation in a contact sport could cause a life threatening rupture and bleeding during the course of the illness and you then ask me, "Could we just get some extra padding for around the spleen, would it be okay to play?" someone needs to hit you upside the head with a two by four.

  4. If when your child comes in with a blood alcohol level of 250 after wrecking your Lexus and you ask if I can hurry up and get them out of the ER before the police arrive so as not to run the risk of her getting kicked off the swim team, YOU need to be put in jail.

I bet you think I'm kidding about the above patient and parent interactions. I wish I were, but I'm not. These are a fraction of the things I have heard when it comes to children and sports. Every ER doctor in America sees this. How did we get here? How did we go from spending our family times in parks and picnics, at movies and relatives houses to travel baseball and cheerleading competitions? When did we go from being supportive to being subtly abusive?

Why are we spending our entire weekends schlepping from county to county, town to town, state to state to play in some baloney regional, junior, mid-west, southeast, invitational, elite, prep, all- state, conference, blah, blah, blah tourney? We decorate our cars with washable paint, streamers, numbers and names. We roll in little carpool caravans trekking down the interstate honking and waiving at each other like Rev. Jim Jones followers in a Kool-Aide line. Greyhounds, Hawks, Panthers, Eagles, Bobcats, Screaming Devils, Scorching Gonads or whatever other mascot adorns their jerseys. Little megaphone window stickers proclaiming "Ashley" or perhaps a baseball mitt with "Tyler #3."

Somewhere along the line we got distracted, and the practice field became the dinner table of the new millennium. Instead of huddling around a platter of baked chicken, mashed potatoes and fruit salad, we spend our evenings handing off our children like 4 x 200 batons. From baseball practice to cheerleading, from swimming lessons to personal training we have become the "hour-long" generation of five to six, six to seven, and seven to eight, selling the souls of our family for lacrosse try-outs. But why do we do this?

It's because, just like everyone else, we are afraid. We are afraid that Emma will make the cheerleading squad instead of Suzy and that Mitch will start at first base instead of my Dillon. But it doesn't stop here. You see, if Mitch starts instead of Dillon then Dillon will feel like a failure, and if Dillon feels like a failure then he will sulk and cower in his room, and he will lose his friends because all his friends are on the baseball team too, and if he loses his friends then he will start dressing in Goth duds, pierce his tongue, start using drugs and listening to head banging music with his door locked. Then, of course, it's just a matter of time until he's surfing the net for neo-Nazi memorabilia, visiting gun shows and then opening fire in the school cafeteria. That is why so many fathers who bring their injured sons to the ER are so afraid that they won't be able to practice this week, or that he may miss the game this weekend. Miss a game, you become a mass murderer – it's that simple.

We spend so much time worrying about who might get ahead – and if we're falling behind – that we have simply lost our common sense.

Suzy is a whole other story, though. You see, if she doesn't make the cheerleading squad she will lose a whole bunch of friends and not be as popular as she should (and she is REAL popular) and if she loses some friends, she will be devastated – all the cool kids will talk about her behind her back, so then she'll sit in her room all day, and start eating Ding Dongs, and begin cutting at her wrists. Then, of course, it is only a matter of time until she is chatting on the Internet with fifty-year-old men. And that is why every mother is so frightened when her daughters have mononucleosis or influenza. Miss cheerleading practice for a week, and your daughter is doing God knows what. It's that simple.

We have become a frightened society that can literally jump from point A to point Z and ignore everything in between. We spend so much time worrying about who might get ahead – and if we're falling behind – that we have simply lost our common sense. Myself included.

There was a time when sick or injured children were simply sick or injured children. They needed bed rest, fluid, antibiotics and a limitation on activity. They just needed to get better. They didn't NEED to get better.

I know, I know. Your family is different. You do all these things because your kid loves to compete, he loves the travel basketball, she loves the swim team, it's her life, it's what defines him. Part of that is certainly true but a big part of that isn't. Tens of thousands of families thrive in this setting, but I'm telling you as a clinician, tens of thousands don't. It is a hidden scourge in society today, taxing and stressing husbands, wives, parents and children. It is denying children the opportunity to explore literally thousands of facets of interests because of the fear of the need to "specialize" in something early, and that by not doing this your child will somehow be just an average kid. How do we learn to rejoice in the average and celebrate as a whole society the exceptional? I'm not sure, but I know that this whole preoccupation is unhealthy, it is dysfunctional and is as bad as alcoholism, tobacco abuse, or any other types of dependency.

I would love to have a son that is a pro athlete. I'd get season tickets; all the other fathers would point at me and I might get a chance to meet Sandy Koufax. It isn't going to happen, though. But you know what I am certain will happen? I'll raise self-reliant kids, who will hang out with me when I'm older, remember my birthday, care for their mother, take me to lunch, and the movies, buy me club level seats at Yankee Stadium on occasion, call me at least four times a week and let me in on all the good things in their life, and turn to me for some comfort and advice for all the bad things. I am convinced that those things just will not happen as much for parents of the "hour-long" generation. You can't create a sense of family only at spring and winter break. It just won't happen.

Sure, the kids will probably grow up to be adequate adults. They'll reflect on how supportive you were by driving them to all their games and practices and workouts. They'll call the ER from a couple states away to see how mom's doing but in time you'll see that something will be missing, something that was sacrificed for a piano tutor, a pitching coach, a travel soccer tournament. It may take years, but in time, you'll see.

Published: March 29, 2014


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Visitor Comments: 6

(6) Jessica, April 1, 2014 2:16 AM

Re: Kidsj & sports

THANK YOU!! My husband & I agree with this ten thousand percent. Our 2 boys, ages 13 & 16, are very athletic & have been all their lives. So many of their friends' & teammates' parents devote an unhealthy amount of the family resources -- time, money & attention -- to their would-be phenoms' athletics. These phenoms are as young as 8 years old. Really? Parents of our older son's former teammates have enrolled their kids into lesser high schools so the boys can excel in sports. Our younger son -- who by the way, is a phenom -- has badgered us to do the same for him -- but we have stressed the higher success rate and greater longevity with academics. Honestly, my husband & I know that the numbers are not in his favor. On the one hand I wish every parent could see your article; on the other hand they wouldn't care anyway. I am just happy to have our opinions validated.

(5) rachel, March 31, 2014 4:18 AM

not just sports....

I taught one semester in a girls yeshiva. I saw girls who were equally stressed out by the long day due to dual curriculum. And there are also many kids who are stressed out by all the testing, core curriculum, etc.
Ideally, every child and teen should be encouraged to learn the true fundamentals and the electives or activities that most interest them.
Finally, this strikes me as a very middle class problem. Lets not forget that in many families, economic pressures require multiple jobs, making family dinners a wish, never a reality.

(4) leah, March 31, 2014 2:31 AM

oy

I appreciate this article immensely. Hysterical! Scorching gonads...I have not stopped laughing.... Seriously, though, I have seen parents push their kids to the point that it's too too much and for what? We gave our son tennis lessons through a high school program that was taught on Sundays. No tournaments, just lessons and fun.. Our daughter takes piano...all fun, no recitals, no - -just love of music.. For me, there is nothing more repulsive than parents and kids who lose themselves in a game and act like a bunch of obsessive goons on a sports field like it's a war like situation and they're a hero....sorry, but grow up....play a sport if you want....but it really is just a game.

(3) Cincinnati, March 30, 2014 7:19 PM

parenting by proxy

The point of the article, I believe, is not simply sports, but we renounce responsibility and give our parenting skills to someone else. By being part of this "sports/social" frenzy we believe we are parenting - with little "real" effort involved. Our children will follow suit as the author implies in the last paragraph of the article.

(2) Nina, March 30, 2014 4:09 PM

I also agree with 95 %

I think sports and competitions are way over rated, but that is a better use of our children's time than staring at monitors all day (tv, computer, iPhone, Kindle, etc) . I believe taking a family walk (look into WalkWithADoc.com) is best of all: fresh air, sunshine, and exercise, along with family bonding!

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