I’ve officially become the parent I swore I’d never become.
You know the kind. The one who hoots and hollers just a little too loud at games. The one who owns an embarrassing amount of spirit gear, homemade and otherwise. The one who spends hours on end in the car, all in the name of sports.
As a marathon runner, I consider myself a sporty person, yet I had no clue what I was in for when I became a sports parent. But, here I am, and I’m not alone. In fact, along the way I’ve discovered a few things I think many of my fellow sports parents can also relate to . . .