Now picture me. I played high school basketball. I'm VERY aggressive and competative. I am dying over there watching him, shouting to get the re-bound while I'm trying to run the game clock. I'm sure people think I'm some freak of a mom who needs to get a grip. Maybe I do? I know I have issues. I want so badly for him to just TRY. Just get a little bit feisty. Is that too much to ask? Well, good thing he's on a winning team. His little football team lost every game but his basket team has done great this year!
I'm sure most people would say....pack it up. He's not into sports. But I beg to differ. He WILL be into sports because all he really wants to do is play video games and that's....just not gonna happen. He doesn't have to be the super-star. I just want him to make an effort. That's all. He seems to enjoy playing sports but it's kind of a take-it-or-leave-it attitude. I think he needs the exercise. A 5'1 125 lb. 9 year old needs lots of movement.
So what's the conclusion? Do I have a lazy kid or am I a crazy mom....or both? Ha Ha...stay tuned b/c he always seems to surprise me at the Saturday games...but week night games are just...not... his.... forte. :)
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Oh, Karen...can I relate to this post! My oldest son, Zach, is now 14 (over 6 feet tall weighing 200 lbs.), but when he was nine and in the third grade, he possessed the same size AND attitude as your son. He had NO IDEA how to use his size to benefit him in the sports arena. I stood by agonized by his sweet attitude toward sports...I wanted to yell out, "Just squash the little Napolean buzzing by you with the ball!" Yet, time after time, sport after sport, we would watch our unusually large child allow others to push him aside or score in his face. I've never played an organized sport in my life...I'm a ballet teacher, for goodness sakes. I'm suppose to be quiet and demure. Yet, I yelled from the sidelines like a Friday night football coach with high blood pressure and a job on the line! To give you hope (or possibly fret), Zach has come around...something about puberty and hormones brings out that competitive, masculine spirit. He nows criticizes his third-grade brother for not being more aggressive! And we...well, we just sit back and let time (albeit God's TIMING) cultivate William AND Zach exactly into He wants them to be at exactly the right moment. Oh, what choice wine they will become one day...right now, they're just a one part juice and one part vinegar! Much love and thanks for sharing your heart! ANDI
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