Don't quit.
Don't stress.
Have fun.
A friend of our family paid me a ridiculous amount of money not that long ago to "teach my son how to play baseball". He was a basketball player by "trade", good athlete, 10 or so years old. The kid really wasn't overly interested in baseball, just wanted to play because his friends all played and it looked fun.
I don't have a lot of personal coaching experience. I coached a summer football league 7 on 7 team for my high school after I graduated, but all that taught me how to do was force myself to wake up at 9 am on a saturday and manage a bunch of guys slightly younger than me with a hang over. And I helped coach McCallum's summer baseball teams a bit, but that was mostly standing at First Base during the games and yelling "BACK!" and doing my best Cheo impression.
But, I went out and asked my student, Gordon, what he wanted to learn first.
"I want to hit!"
Allright...
So we went to the batting cages at the YMCA where he was going to be playing when the season started. And we went in the cage.
The first day we did soft toss for 45 minutes, with my giving him young kid hitting tips as we went along.
Then, he decided he was ready to hit live pitching.
So I threw him some bp.
And he swung and missed.
And missed.
And missed.
And CONTACT! Oh man, he was so proud of fouling that pitch off.
So I asked him what he did right when he swung.
"I kept my head in that time, right?"
Damn straight.
So I pitched and pitched and pitched.
And he made more and more contact.
Then his dad showed up and said it was time to go home.
So the next week we went to the cage and did a few minutes of soft toss, then I threw him BP.
And he was doing almost all of the 3 or 4 things I had him working on.
Anyway, I worked with him 4 or 5 times before the season started. He got better every time we worked out.
But the thing I learned while I was coaching him was, doing the same thing for an hour with a 10ish year old is a waste of time. He got bored, even with just hitting, when we did it for that long.
So I started breaking stuff up. We'd hit for 10 minutes. Then we'd go talk about hitting but not hit for a few minutes. Then we'd go throw. Then I'd roll him grounders, or throw him fly balls, or whatever he wanted to work on.
The last day we did our "lesson", after about 30 minutes of doing our stuff, I asked him waht he wanted to do. He said, "I want to throw batting practice to you!"
I said "okay".
So in I stepped, and behind the L screen he went. I was rusty as hell, since I hadn't hit anything but a softball in at least 5 years, and after my first few swings he was laughing and said, "your pulling your head out!"
And he was right.
After a few more I started getting the groove back. I was peppering line drives all over the cage. I felt pretty good for not having taken a baseball swing in years.
After he finished throwing bp to me, we went out and started throwing. After we'd thrown for a few minutes, Gordon held on to the ball and said, "This is really fun, I like practicing with you."
I haven't gotten to work with him much since, because he has added baseball to his already hectic schedule of basketball practice and games, but I've seen him play a few times.
After each game I've seen, or even between at bats from the dugout, he asks me "Did you see how well I kept my head in?!" or tells me "My back foot was sliding everywhere, thats why I hit a popup". Never mentions the score, never mentions winning or losing.
Kid just enjoys the game. And I enjoyed helping him learn how to play.
In my head, thats what little league is about.