Hubby and I are both former athletes. I say former because these days we gym 1-2 times a week and rock some epic mom and dad bods. But back in the day, I was pretty serious about soccer. And Hubby played squash like a pro. (If you don’t know about squash, it’s just this silly little New England sport that is the same thing as racquet ball.)
Because athletics were such an integral part of my youth, I can’t imagine my kids not sharing that same passion. And if there’s anything I love more than my own children, it’s spectating sports, so they better be ready to put on a show!
And you know what? I don’t even care that kids suck horribly at sports for the first few years. Trust me, I am not picky about the quality of my sport spectating. If there’s a competition, a winner and a loser, I’m into it! And if there’s a snack bar selling nachos nearby, I’ve basically died and gone to heaven.
Since my kids are not quite at the team sports age yet, for now all I can do is watch them eagerly to try and discern where their respective talents lie. K-Man is all about kicking the cats and body-checking his little sister, so maybe soccer is in his future? Honestly I’d prefer he take up tennis because I really want him to turn pro and take me to Wimbledon every year, but that’s a bit of a pipe dream. As for Ell-Bell — beautiful, 95th-percentile-in-weight Ell-Bell — she’s got sumo wrestler or shot putter written all over her.
I suppose I do need to prepare myself for the possibility that my kids won’t want to play sports. Wow, I just broke into a cold sweat writing that. But seriously, whatever they throw at me (figuratively speaking, in this scenario), I’ll be ok. Right?
Until next time,