By the time you read this, or at least soon afterward, I will be a father for the first time.
The arrival of Addyson Lou Bentley will turn my world upside down. And that is a good thing.
I have spent the last 20- odd years doing things that I wanted to do. This will no longer be the case and of course that is a good thing.
I have spent the past nine months waiting for this moment. So many thoughts, questions, fears and so on have crossed through my mind during this time.
Will I be a good father? Will she be healthy? Will I be able to juggle a full-time job and business along with family life
Those questions just graze the top of the list. I’m pretty certain I know the answer to most of my questions and I realize having these thoughts and questions is normal.
There is another question I think of frequently and one that is truly not as important as the ones mentioned above. But being a sports column I feel the need to touch on the topic.
What kind of a sports parent will I be? Clearly, this question comes to mind because of my profession.
My life revolves around sports, being near athletes and ultimately being with-in hearing range of parents.
A look at my Twitter posts the other day tells you where I stand with regards to being within hearing range. I can stand in certain spots for just a minimal amount of time.
With that being said, I sure hope I am not like the many parents I hear quite often.
Obviously, this concern will only matter if Addy (that’s what we plan to call her) plays sports. Given my background and also April’s, she will play sports.
The most annoying things I hear are just constant chatter about playing time, coaches’ decisions, the play of their kids’ teammates and the never ending berating of officials. It just gets old hearing all of this nonsense.
Sports are supposed to be fun and a learning experience. Most of the parental griping goes against everything sports are supposed to be about: discipline, respect, teamwork and sportsmanship.
It seems as if it gets worse every year. It is something I hope changes for the better.
I plan on keeping sports fun for Addy. I plan on preaching schoolwork first. She will have a better chance of an academic scholarship, rather than an athletic one.
Time passes far too quickly to act like a few — not all — of the parents I often see and hear.
I plan to enjoy watching her play and don’t plan on embarrassing her — although I’m sure that will happen at some point.
I am looking forward to the next 18 years and beyond.