It was my first season ever, as a coach of a sport team. I used to have an agenda in every profession because I am extremely competitive with myself, and must always out do my own past. However, it had been years since I actually set foot on a field and what put a twist on this particular sport, was the fact that I did not know how to combine sportsmanship with Christian morals. This was a totally new concept for me, who did not expect to have become the head coach.
It was unclear at first, how it was all supposed to happen. All I knew was that they were asking me to help the coaches of my children's teams. So we showed up for practice, unsure of what to expect, went with our respected teams, then the head of the organization handed me a coach book and a bag of balls. He told me where to look for the information for each practice and told me to follow my daughter. I saw three other parents over there with the kids, so my initial thought was that this wasn't going to be so bad after all. The other parents seemed to be doing fine in the coaching area, so I immediately took the moment to overlook the book and acquaint myself. I took a few pictures, which ended up being neither here nor there, as everything was going so fast paced to me, that before I got 5 snaps into it, practice was over.
On my way to the second practice, I was confident in knowing that even though I had the equipment in my trunk, that I was only helping. Not so bad, I thought. So to the field we went with our case of water and equipment. As we got closer to the area where we would meet our team, I noticed that there weren't any other parents. This wasn't very comfortable, but I went on to get the kids their warm-ups. Fifteen minutes into practice, and more kids, but no parents. I went over everyone's names again before we parted, gave out the uniforms and dismissed, thinking to myself that somebody had better be with me for the game day.
"Wow!" I thought, "They gave us all shirts! I can't believe they even gave me one, when all I do is help out!" Was I ever excited about having my first coach shirt. I didn't realize what this meant right away. Once home, I began to chart my schedule and it slowly sank in that I was the "one."
So as the season went on, I just did what felt right. Before I knew it, people everywhere were calling me Coach. I proudly began to embrace this title as I added it to the list of titles I have had in life. Looking back upon the season now, I wouldn't change a single thing. We finished the season out with a 0-12
record, just the way I finished out my very first season as a soccer player; with hopes of a better season next year.
Kahala Lei
It was unclear at first, how it was all supposed to happen. All I knew was that they were asking me to help the coaches of my children's teams. So we showed up for practice, unsure of what to expect, went with our respected teams, then the head of the organization handed me a coach book and a bag of balls. He told me where to look for the information for each practice and told me to follow my daughter. I saw three other parents over there with the kids, so my initial thought was that this wasn't going to be so bad after all. The other parents seemed to be doing fine in the coaching area, so I immediately took the moment to overlook the book and acquaint myself. I took a few pictures, which ended up being neither here nor there, as everything was going so fast paced to me, that before I got 5 snaps into it, practice was over.
On my way to the second practice, I was confident in knowing that even though I had the equipment in my trunk, that I was only helping. Not so bad, I thought. So to the field we went with our case of water and equipment. As we got closer to the area where we would meet our team, I noticed that there weren't any other parents. This wasn't very comfortable, but I went on to get the kids their warm-ups. Fifteen minutes into practice, and more kids, but no parents. I went over everyone's names again before we parted, gave out the uniforms and dismissed, thinking to myself that somebody had better be with me for the game day.
"Wow!" I thought, "They gave us all shirts! I can't believe they even gave me one, when all I do is help out!" Was I ever excited about having my first coach shirt. I didn't realize what this meant right away. Once home, I began to chart my schedule and it slowly sank in that I was the "one."
So as the season went on, I just did what felt right. Before I knew it, people everywhere were calling me Coach. I proudly began to embrace this title as I added it to the list of titles I have had in life. Looking back upon the season now, I wouldn't change a single thing. We finished the season out with a 0-12
record, just the way I finished out my very first season as a soccer player; with hopes of a better season next year.
Kahala Lei
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