Growing up I was an athlete. Maybe not the best of the best, but pretty darn close in most sports I tackled. I started playing soccer at a very young age (4) and continued to play soccer (at a high level), along with volleyball, basketball, rowing, field hockey and track and field all through high school.
A serious knee injury ended any aspirations I may have had to play any type of junior varsity soccer at university but perhaps that was kismet, as I ended up in the world of competitive Ultimate Frisbee which led to 10+ amazing years of travel, high level competition, some amazing best friends, and National and World titles (and a spot in the BC Sport Hall of Fame). But enough about me 🙂
So, as a mother of two boys, I think I had the expectation that my beautiful sons would just naturally follow in my footsteps. That they would pick up any sport like they were naturals and fall in love with them just as I did. But boy was I wrong……
Learning to skate has been a spectacular failure thus far and soccer has been a fight as well, DS5 prefers to cartwheel when on the field, and DS7 readily volunteers to sub-off at every possible moment. The only chance of gold medals in this house is while they are playing Sonic and Mario in the Winter Olympics on the Wii.
But don’t get me wrong, I am not some tiger sports mom or anything like that. Above all, I want them to have FUN and get exercise and be healthy. They do like swimming and gymnastics, because it’s fun. DS7 wants to try Karate which is great, and with winter coming we will be hitting the slopes again with ski lessons. So I have to let go of my expectations and just allow to be who they are going to be, and if that means a drawer full of participation badges then so be it.