My husband was the head coach today, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous.
Sure, he’s been a head coach before—for ten years, in fact. In the summer. And he’s been a successful, winning head coach for most of those ten seasons. He’s taken his team to the summer college world series twice. But no one really cares what happens in the summer—no one who makes hiring decisions at colleges and universities, that is. They care what you do in the spring. And today was his first day as a head coach in the spring.
Of course, it was only temporary. Our head coach was ejected from the game on Tuesday and is now under a one-game suspension. But my husband was a head coach today all the same.
Did I mention that I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous?
I was nervous before the game, but my anxiety only increased during the game—especially when we fell behind early. Thankfully, we took back the lead. But we fell behind again. We finally gained a one-run lead in the bottom of the eight inning and were able to hold off our opponents in the top of the ninth. So, officially, my husband is 1-0 as a head coach in the spring.
Of course, I whole-heartedly believe there are so many aspects of my husband’s job that are exponentially more important than winning games. Don’t get me wrong on this. The impact he makes in young men’s lives as they navigate the transition from boys to men is at the heart of his purpose. That is why we do what we do. That is why I’m here to support him every step of the way.
But today mattered. Winning still mattered. Winning today bolstered my husband’s confidence in his head coaching abilities. Winning today confirmed that all of his hard work is paying off. It will be reflected in the future when he seeks his own head coaching jobs. It will boost his resume and his reputation. It lays a foundation for security for our family.
But, good golly, I was nervous.