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Word Play

DSC_8499Over the years I’ve grown accustomed to ‘reframing’ some of the difficult traits my boys possess.  They’re not stubborn, they’re tenacious.  Those aren’t tantrums, those are displays of competitive fire and passion.  It’s pretty obvious I can’t change who they are, so I might as well use creative vocabulary words to downplay their more challenging aspects.

This is all well and good but I’m at a point now that I’m ready for them to play something competitive without it seeming like a life or death situation.  It’s inevitable that anytime they play a sport with family or friends, one of my boys will storm off, argue or just plain give up.  I don’t get it.  When I was younger, I remember being able to play games with friends without completely losing my mind if I lost.  If I played a team sport, I often felt bad for the other team if we beat them.  My children are the complete opposite.  They both have a win-at-all-costs attitude.

Sometimes, managing their fierce attitudes about competition is enough to drive me nuts.  What I meant to say is enough to solidify my boundaries of sanity in a consciousness-expanding, patience-growing, sort of way.

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Go Time

Full Speed and T.Puzzle graciously congratulate the other team for their win. Good sportsmanship in action.

How do you know how far to push your kids?  If they were given complete control of their lives, especially in the case of my two boys, their days would consist of cookie consumption, marathon viewings of Transformers cartoons and endless hours glued to a computer or handheld electronic device.  So when one of them tells me that they don’t want to go to soccer practice, I don’t take it too seriously.

Looking back to my own childhood and the sports and hobbies I pursued, most of them didn’t ring true for me.  Softball was okay, volleyball was alright and guitar lessons were beyond my scope of muscial ability. 

I have no regrets that I didn’t pursue any of these things for longer than I did.   I did them more because that was what was expected of me and I’m no worse for the wear.  I learned about commitment, loyalty, teamwork and always finishing something you start.  These are good things.

I will continue to hold my boys to a higher standard than they hold for themselves for the forseeable future (with a marathon viewing of Transformers occasionally tossed in for good measure) and hope for the best.  

It’s not necessarily what they pursue with Mom and Dad’s encouragement, it’s about the lessons they learn while they pursue it.

Grab your cleats, boys.  It’s go time!