I'll take varsity coaching any day of the week over kids stuff. Youth sports parents are a vile, disgusting breed. Every mom thinks you're supposed to organize their life for them and every dad thinks his kid is Bryce Harper. I had a chance to keep doing youth baseball but no way in ten hells will I ever so much as throw BP in a youth setting again. It had lots of rewarding parts and there are some genuinely great, appreciative parents, but the bad apples outweigh the good by metric tons.
My goal started out simple with kids baseball being that I selfishly wanted to coach my son and it was a way for me to stay involved after college. I admit that. As it went along I really loved coaching kids and seeing them catch on to things and get better, but the fucking parents, man...you've never met a more cringe-worthy group than a bunch of washed-up 34 year old dads who never played baseball screaming at their 8 year old that they need to "just throw strikes" or "you're pulling your head."
I joked with another coach one time that you should have to apply for and get a license to say anything to your kid at a baseball game. To pass you need to...
1) take 10 grounders in a row at 3B and hit 1B with no errors.
2) scoop 10 short hops in a row at 1B.
3) catch 10 gapper fly balls in a row.
4) pitch 50 strikes in a row from the varsity mound.
5) hit 10 line drives in a row, opposite field on demand.
You know what? The ones who can do it are the ones who never say a word to their kids, even if they suck, because they know hard hard it is, and how embarrassing it is to walk the bases loaded or strike out three times in a row as an 8 year old.