Why didn’t they ask me? – Mama Kat’s Workshop
- Why didn’t they ask me why I’m so loud?
- Why didn’t they ask me if I preferred Hunts or Heinz (BIG ISSUE WITH THIS, ladies and gentleman)!! Please tell me you know the O.B.V.I.O.U.S !
- Why didn’t they ask me what my house used to look like when we first bought it? (b/c, lemme tell you, this chick has come a RIDICULOUS LONG way, in terms of decluttering and obtaining a sense of decorating style)
- Why didn’t they ask me if my oldest (of 3) son(s) has ALREADY tried every other sport under the sun, until we landed on this? – for now, anyway…
We have lots of friends with kids the same ages of our children. Tons of little guys who are ALL BOY live in our neighborhood; it seems most of our friends from college also have a little guy(s). Of our friends from college, most of their “little guys” aren’t yet big enough to play aggressive sports. But, I would imagine that they “envision” THEIR boy(s) to be a certain way. Don’t we all? As we’re growing up, we all pictures in our heads what our forecasted family will look like… whose footprints they’ll follow… and what sports they’ll play.
Them: “So, what sport is your oldest son doing this spring? Soccer? Lacrosse?”
Me: “Nope, he’s doing Hip-Hop”.
Them: “Oh… my. Umm. Wow. Ummm. That’s really cool. Welp, does he like it? Is he good?”
Me: “Yes and yes. He loves it, and he’s actually pretty good.”
Them: “Well, that’s what’s the most important thing, right?” (As they shudder, and think: “Wait til I tell my hubby about THIS ONE!!!! He’s gonna die!!!!!! We would NEVER”).
My addt’l perceptions about what they think: “O – M – G. MY. HUBBY. WOULD. HAVE. A. COW. WE. WOULD. NEVER. EVER. DO. THAT. TO. HIM. He’s a boy… what are they trying to do? Make him gay?”
Again, no one has ever actually said that, but I KNOW THEY WANTED TO. And, maybe your hubby would have a cow. If you were to ask me 6 months ago if my hubs would EVER consider (or let) our eldest boy “dance”, I would have said NO FREAKIN WAY. But, when your 5 year old has tried Flag Football, Tai Kwon Do, Gymnastics, Soccer, Golf… you name it. And he just absolutely dreaded going… it gets old. And, quickly.
This past October, at a family wedding, this same son (our oldest) flippin’ ripped up the dance floor. (What felt like) About 200 were people telling us that THIS was his calling; we thought “What the heck” and threw our hesitance to the wind.
Let me just tell you: I would NOT be disappointed if our oldest of 3 sons winds up like Zac Efron from High School Musical. And, let me also tell you… the guys at our dance studio are nothing short of AMAZING. I’m confident hubs is comfortable with this choice because:
A. He has 2 younger sons who beat the snot out of each other, and the two of them (at least!) will definitely want to play an aggressive sport
B. It’s sooo rewarding to see your child excited about, and look forward to, something… NO MATTER WHAT IT IS. We have to NOURISH what they want, and what they feel pulling them.
It’s funny how much you GROW UP once you have children. You realize it’s not about directing them where YOU WANT THEM TO GO, but where their soul is guiding them. I know too many families where the parents impose what they want for their child onto their child. The end result? Resentment.
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