A Sport Like No Other

My older son has played many sports over the years starting with soccer at age 4, adding baseball at age 5 and swimming at 6. In his sophomore year of high school, he let go of soccer and baseball, kept the swimming and started Ultimate Frisbee. We’ve sat on various sidelines in rain and shine for many years cheering him in his various roles on those many teams. But none of those athletic experiences prepared us for crew.

This year, his junior year in high school, our son decided to join the crew team rather than return to his Ultimate Frisbee team. The decision was difficult for him; he loved playing Ultimate, expressing a sense of confidence he’d been missing in swimming. I was excited for him to try crew. He’s got a good build for the sport — not a ginormous heavy weight, but broad for a lighter guy — and I thought the sense of teamwork would appeal to him. When he finally gathered the courage to email the crew coach, the team was already well into their training season. Even so, the coach welcomed Zach, who started that same day.

Right away, it was apparent that this sport requires a level of grit that is not required in some other sports. He arrived home sweaty, tired and with hands plastered in blisters. For those first weeks, my husband and I couldn’t tell if he liked crew or not. He’s a young man of few words so we watched and waited. Finally, the day of the first regatta arrived. Our son was required to be at the river by 5:30 a.m. The rest of us followed a couple hours later in advance of his scheduled 9:16 a.m. race.

First of all, the scene down by the river is like a giant tailgate party, but without the booze. (I can hear some of you groaning with disappointment: What’s a tailgate without the booze? But I love a party atmosphere where there’s eating and talking and no worries about some poor drunk falling in the river.) My delight at the fantastic tent city that pops up for each regatta made me glow with Philly pride when I realized that about a hundred schools as far away as New Jersey and Maryland drive to our city to compete in these regattas every week. And the river is practically in our backyard. As the time for our son’s race drew nearer, we took our spots next to the river with binoculars and cameras at the ready.

I’m convinced that stored inside our bodies there is some ancient DNA programming for us to recognize the wonder of rowing. Seeing a boat of boys pulling oars in concert with one another filled me with awe. The fact that it was my boy in his first regatta in a boat with three other novices as well as a novice coxswain and they finished 6th out of 24 elevated the experience even further.

What I take away from watching my older son move through this new experience is the reminder that hard things are hard, but also rewarding. That it’s okay to let go of the sure thing and reach for the unknown. That every new experience brings it’s own set of pain and challenge, but those don’t diminish the overall experience.

Tomorrow will be the boy’s last regatta of his Novice season on crew. We don’t know what the weather will hold, how the river will behave or whether the boys will be able to find their rhythm and pull out a strong race. At the beginning of the season, our son didn’t know if he’d like crew, if he’d be any good at it or if he’d row in any of the regattas. There are always unknowns so at some point we need to ask ourselves: would you rather stay on the sidelines and wonder? Or put yourself out there and be the source of wonder?

(Photo from psra facebook page)

10 responses to “A Sport Like No Other

  1. So beautiful! And how cool that your son knew what he wanted to go for and what to let go of. It sounds like he has enjoyed his novice season. I’m impressed by his dedication.

    “There are always unknowns so at some point we need to ask ourselves: would you rather stay on the sidelines and wonder? Or put yourself out there and be the source of wonder?” Good questions, Laura:


  2. That’s so true that we can’t know how something will go until we take the risk and try it. Good for Zach for being brave enough to try crew, and wise enough to listen to his gut. 🙂 Thanks for this inspiring post!


    • Thanks, Laurie. It’s been inspiring to watch his evolution through this season of trying something new via his own motivation, not something he “should” do or something we (as his parents) expected him to do.


  3. Your son showed courage in doing this, Laura. It reminds me of the wingbuilders’ motto about jumping first then developing your wings. It also reminds me of this Victor Hugo quote I came across recently: “Be like the bird who, halting in his flight on limb too slight, feels it give way beneath him, yet sings, knowing he hath wings.”


    • Oh, Sharon, what a gorgeous quote! Thank you so much for sharing. It reminds me of an Anais Nin quote that was given to me when I left my job for VCFA: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”


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