Ahh, parenthood--that odd combination of getting what you want for your
kids and supporting what your kids want for themselves. Today, as I
watched my son at his robotics tournament, an event for which he's been
preparing during afterschool sessions a few times a week, I was glad he
was doing something that required thought and figuring. I was glad he
was working with a team. Somewhere inside, I probably wanted his team to
qualify for the next step, because we all want our children to be
winners. But after a respectable performance and the fairly clear
evidence that his team would go no farther, he was ready to be done.
Shouldn't we stay, I wondered, to watch the closing ceremonies with the
team? But he was tired (I was too), and after a little speech about team
and spirit, I quickly deferred to his desire to move on with his day.
For while the endeavor may have been about team and spirit, it was also
about engineering and persistence. He had engineered and persisted, and
he had worked with his teammates. It didn't matter so much to him
whether they advanced, or whether he experienced every moment of the
event. He had other "places to be," other "things to do." And somewhere
in me, I had to respect that. He had followed something through--one of
those things we parents want our kids to do. But, having done that, he
moved on to something else--challenging me as a parent to support what
HE wanted to do.
There is a fine line between leading our kids in directions we
want, and following them in the directions that inspire them. Often, it
makes for a pretty zig-zaggy path, and sometimes, it's hard to keep up. But I guess that's just part of what makes life interesting--every zig-zaggy step of the way.
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