Even my son called me “Coach” when we were on the field. I suppose it was easier for both of us. I could correct, teach, and praise with the roles defined and accepted. He could play, develop, and be part of the team. Player and Coach. We were on the same team, but with clearly different responsibilities.
I was still Dad on the way to the game and the ride home. Talking about video games, the weekend plans, and school.
Coaching is now over for me in the sense it was for tee-ball, baseball, soccer, wrestling, basketball, lacrosse, and football. My office at home is decorated by plaques and photos, signed by my players and fellow coaches. With my kids moving into upper school, the rec league years are in the past. And I did not miss out of them. I am thankful.