It is a beautiful Saturday morning and my wife and daughters are heading off together, breakfast first and maybe some shopping. Just to spend some time together before a return to college next week splits them up again.
It’s Saturday though and I can’t go, because this morning I have training with the U8s. I get up early, plan the session, get the equipment and head off.
Three players show up. I feel sorry for them and for their parents who have taken the time to drive them to training.
I feel sorry for the coach who I called to interrupt on a Saturday morning to collect the sign-in sheet and the coach who was trying to get his baby to sleep when I called to collect the keys of the gates so we could train.
I wondered why those who had decided to give today’s session a miss hadn’t contacted the club? That way a call could have been made earlier to rearrange the training to another day.
As I drove home, I reflected on how many times in the past this has happened, not just to me, but to pretty much every volunteer coach that I know – in pretty much every sport as well.
Yep, that’s right, volunteers. Coaches who don’t get paid for doing this. Who have plenty of options on where to give their time and energy – but who choose to give it up for their community.
I called back an hour later to see how the U10s were getting on and to keep an eye on how the three U8s who turned up to train earlier (and who just wanted to play) got on in the older group.
I’ve been doing this for over thirty years so, I’ve come to acknowledge that there will be days like today, but I also could see how coaches could so easily decide that they could spend their precious time doing other things. Their time is as valuable as anyone else’s after all.
I also laughed at the coincidence of a memory popping up on the very same morning of a brilliant piece by Alison Belbin entitled “A Coach’s Plea to Parents.”
Alison, coaches a girls team in Nanaimo in British Columbia (or at least she did when she penned the piece) and among the many paragraphs in her article that stood out for me was this one.
“I am not a professional. I am a parent who loves the game and has the desire to pass that on. I accepted the role I was offered; not for a paycheque, not for status, certainly not for praise. I accepted this role because I have been where your daughter is now. I see myself in her missteps and in her triumphs. I have felt them all and I feel them all over again through her. I, too, have been bruised by a ball, pulled muscles in tough tackles and played with a broken heart. I also had coaches who believed in me, just as I believe in your daughter.”
Her sentiment I am certain, applies to many good coaches of boys and girls (and I have coached both for a long time) but the essence of her article also shows there is a fine line for a volunteer coach between the enjoyment they get from doing what they do and the question of whether they should bother with it any more.
In a wider context, the morning’s events were a reminder to me to be much more aware of the efforts others put in and if I make a commitment then it’s unacceptable for me to ever simply fail to fulfill that without explanation or communication.
And then I sat down to plan the evening session for the next age group, wondering how many would show up this time?