It’s wrong to say that my daughter played baseball like a girl, mostly because girls are fully capable of excelling at baseball. It’s more accurate to say that my daughter swung a bat like a stoned T-Rex: sloooow timing and short little arms.
I did not understand how a girl who was capable of serving a volleyball hard enough to tattoo “Mizuno” across an unsuspecting opponent’s forehead could not manage to connect bat and ball. She could dance gracefully across a stage, swim athletically through the water and even hike to the top of a volcano. The kid’s got game – with one glaring exception. She simply could not hit a baseball.
It wasn’t for lack of trying. She spent hours with her dad swinging wildly at gentle pitches. She was told to keep her eye on the ball, to just let the ball hit the bat and to not give up. For months, nothing worked. But then, while goofing around outside with her brother, everything changed.
“Mom, mom, mom, mommmmmmm, come outside – she’s a lefty!”
I hurried out the door, only slightly worried that a freak accident had instantly earned her the nickname “lefty.”
Much to my relief I saw my daughter, digits intact, standing over the manhole cover that doubled as home plate, taking a left-handed batting stance. My son pitched, she swung and sent the ball flying down the street.
Turns out, the kid who does everything right-handed (including swinging a golf club and a tennis racquet) is a lefty batter. It makes no sense. But it worked. And it got me thinking.
How many parenting problems could be solved if I was open-minded enough to consider solutions that fall into the “it makes no sense” category?
It makes no sense to skip breakfast. Unless the kid isn’t hungry when he first wakes up and can eat a big morning snack at school instead.
It makes no sense to do homework the morning it’s due. Unless the kid can happily pop out of bed early, alert and ready to focus. A morning person? In our family? I have no idea how that gene snuck into our pool. But instead of fretting, I’m starting to shrug and declare, “It works for us.”
My kids are much better than I am at considering all options, both traditional and unconventional. They skip breakfast, confident they won’t be hungry until later. They sleep peacefully, knowing homework will be finished in the morning. And occasionally, a kid will step up to the plate as a lefty, surprising us all as she hits a home run. Sometimes, we don’t need to force everything to make sense. Sometimes, all we need to do is get out of the way and cheer.