Volume 15, Issue 4: Femina
Boys and Sports
Yes, you read the header right. I really am writing a column about why sons should be in sports. And, yes, this is a column for
wives and mothers, not for husbands and dads. I feel qualified to address this subject because I put in hundreds (I'm not
exaggerating) of hours in the bleachers. Soccer, t-ball, baseball, lacrosse, basketball, track, football (did I forget anything?) we did them
all. (And I'm not including my daughter's track, basketball, and volleyball here. That will come up in another column.) And I may
as well mention it here: invest in one of those little cushy seats to take with you to all the games. Bleachers are very uncomfortable.
I am one of those moms who is a strong proponent of boys in sports. Call me a cheerleader if you will (though I never had
the pom-poms). I will tell you why: it is good for them. Sports can teach boys important things that Mom cannot teach them.
And moms can learn a thing or two about their sons by having them involved in sports. But some moms are jumpy about their sons
being in sports. It doesn't seem very spiritual for them to be
tackling someone, or stealing a ball or a base, or
hitting an opponent (or being hit) with a lacrosse stick. In fact, it doesn't sound very spiritual to have an
Well, let's think about these things like grownups. I'm going to give you three (or four) good reasons for boys (your sons
in fact) to be involved in sports. I'm sure there are many more reasons, but this is a short column, and I will lay out my own
motherly thoughts on the subject.
First of all, the way I see it, boys need to learn how to take a hit. Christian men need to be fighters. After all, in
Christendom there is a battle going on. Young boys need to be trained in many areas beyond academics if they are going to be skilled in
battle. For starters, they need to be tough, not whiners, moaners, wimps, or shirkers. In sports they learn to take a hit. And I learned
how to take a hit from my vantage point in the bleachers when my son took a hit. (Third and thirty-five against the defending
state champions. Screen pass. He met three defenders at the marker. Went on top, through the crowd cable, into and then under
the bleachers.) We do not want the church populated with men who cry when they fall down. If they are pushed around on the
basketball court, they will learn how to "suck it up" and "blow it out," as my son-in-law says. When they look at the gigantic size of
the other team and see how completely understaffed they are, they will find courage to overcome. Men need to be protectors
and fighters. Sports are a good way to introduce them to the idea. It is not a
real war, but it is good training for the real ones.
Secondly, competing in sports requires discipline, and discipline is good. Boys need to run and run and run until they
don't think they can run any more, and then they need to run some more. This is why it is such a blessing to have a coach who thinks
boys need to do this. If a coach allows them to take a little breather if their side hurts, they won't do so well in the world of real
fighting. A good and godly coach is a huge blessing. Moms don't make good coaches because they want to have cookie-and milk breaks,
and they want to call the boys inside when it starts to rain. (We make far better cheerleaders and far better cookies.) My son had to
get up early to make it to six a.m. basketball practice every morning in the dead of winter when it was cold and very dark. He was
tired when he went to bed at night. He had two-a-days in football in the heat of August, and he slept very well. He had to learn to
do what his coach told him to do, no matter what he thought of it. This is a good lesson for a son to learn. Sports teach sons the
discipline of obeying authority and pushing their bodies to do what they are told even when those bodies are tired.
But sports do more than this. They also teach your sons how to work with a team, how to submit to authority, how to
encourage the slow guy, how to hit hard. And they teach patience. Time on the bench can be sanctifying too. This can teach humility
and endurance, just so long as the time on the bench is not for poor conduct. But that can be a lesson also. I love a coach who will
not stand for any slackness. I love a coach who calls a player to the bench who is not doing what he is told. I love a coach who will not
let a kid play who was late for practice or who was show-boating on the court. That is a great coach.
Sports are also very revealing. You see how your son is doing spiritually. And you see how
you are doing spiritually. Is he throwing a tantrum when he doesn't get to play? Are you? Is he a crummy loser? Are you? Is he crying when he falls down? Are you? Is
he kicking the ball in anger when he misses a shot? Is he passing the ball on the court or is he trying to get all the points himself? Is
he playing dirty or giving the ref a bad time? Sports can show you all too plainly where your son's weak points really are, in front of
you and everybody.
Finally, sports can give your son something to be proud of and something for you to be proud of as well. That's right.
There can be a godly satisfaction and delight in catching the fly ball, in passing the scoring touchdown, in running a really good race.
This is the way God made us.
And one last thing. Moms, don't treat your sons like they are daughters. I am with you when you say you don't want your
girls playing football. But a son is a totally different animal. Overprotective mothers can end up destroying their sons. We want our
sons to be tough and strong, able to handle heavy weather without being snapped in two. If we keep them in the
temperature-regulated greenhouse of home, they will not grow up to be like "saplings grown up in their youth" (Psalm 144).