The Little League Cocktail Hour

I have a question that's probably going to make some people uncomfortable.

When did youth sports become a drinking event?

I'm not talking about grabbing a beer after the championship game. I'm talking about the Yeti cups that everyone knows aren't full of water. The trunk bars. The tournament mimosas. The social media posts about surviving a weekend of baseball with White Claws and Bloody Marys.

And the justification is almost always the same.

"I deserve this."

I got the kid to practice.
I washed the uniform.
I packed the snacks.
I drove three hours to this tournament.
I've earned it.

Have you though?

Or have you simply done the things you signed up to do when you enrolled your child in a sport?

It's an interesting message we're sending to our kids.

You showed up for your responsibilities? Reward yourself.

You did something inconvenient? Reward yourself.

You spent the day supporting someone else? Better make sure you get something out of it too.

Then we turn around and wonder why kids seem to need constant validation. Why they're looking for trophies, prizes, treats, and praise for simply meeting expectations.

Could it be because they've spent years watching adults reward themselves for doing ordinary parts of life?

Kids are paying attention.

They're watching adults gather around a 12U baseball game and talk about how they "earned" a drink because they got everyone where they needed to be.

They're watching us create elaborate tailgates around children's activities while simultaneously struggling to find volunteers for the concession stand.

It's a fascinating social experiment.

We can't get enough people to work the snack stand for an hour.

But Rhonda has somehow transformed the back of her SUV into a full-service mimosa bar complete with fresh fruit garnishes.

Interesting priorities.

And before someone says, "It's just one drink."

Maybe.

But that's not really the point.

The point is that we've somehow made our children's activities about our entertainment.

We've created a culture where adults can't imagine sitting through a doubleheader without alcohol.

We've normalized drinking at events that are supposed to be about children.

Meanwhile, our kids are sitting in the dugout looking into the stands.

Who do they see?

Parents watching the game?

Or adults socializing around the game?

And let's address the part nobody likes to talk about.

At the end of a long tournament day, kids climb back into cars.

Maybe you've only had one.

Maybe you've had two.

Maybe the sun, the heat, the dehydration, and eight hours at the field have changed what "fine to drive" actually means.

I know this much.

If you're drinking at a kid's sporting event, I'm probably not sending my child home with you afterward.

Sorry, George.

You're three beers deep at 3 p.m., and I'm not interested in doing mental math about whether you're under the legal limit.

My kid can catch a ride with someone else.

I think we've confused adult spaces and kid spaces.

There is absolutely a place for alcohol. A backyard barbecue. Date night. A concert. Dinner with friends. Celebrating a milestone. Watching the Eagles break your heart.

But somewhere along the way, we've decided that children's activities belong on that list.

We've normalized the trunk bar. The tournament mimosa. The Yeti cup that everyone knows isn't holding iced tea. We've built a culture where the adults need a little something to get through the very thing our kids have been looking forward to all week.

And I can't help but wonder what they're learning.

They're watching us show up for the people we love and immediately look for a reward.

They're watching us make someone else's childhood about our own comfort.

They're watching us gather as a community and decide that alcohol is the glue holding it together.

They're watching all of it.

As a therapist, I'm less interested in whether one drink is too many and more interested in the story we're telling ourselves.

Why can't we just watch the game?

Why can't we cheer, volunteer at the snack stand, complain about the umpire, sweat through a doubleheader, and drive home exhausted?

Why does modern parenting always seem to come with the expectation that we deserve a treat for simply doing the things we signed up to do?

Our kids deserve parents who are present. They deserve communities that revolve around them, not around the adults entertaining themselves on the sidelines.

Maybe the question isn't whether one drink is a problem.

Maybe the question is why we've decided our kids' childhoods are something we need a drink to get through.

About the Author: Renée M. Calhoun, LMFT is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist providing virtual therapy to individuals, couples, and families in Pennsylvania and New York. She specializes in ADHD, trauma, family systems, substance use, and supporting high functioning women and parents navigating stress, burnout, and life transitions. Renée is passionate about helping people understand their nervous systems, build healthier relationships, and feel more confident in their everyday lives. Learn more at www.reneecalhounlmft.com.

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