The Little Mister has made his debut as a sports all star through our local rec program. It’s a 6 week program for one hour on Saturday morning where you a try a different sport each week. We’ve done 2 weeks and let me tell you it has been a learning experience for us all. Not to brag, but the Little Mister is a pretty good athlete. He impresses us quite often at home with his natural ability. So going to the program we were really excited for him. Well I’m not exactly sure what went wrong the first week. Maybe because we didn’t tell him far enough in advance so it was kinda of a surprise all at once. But that was only because we didn’t want to answer 57 million questions. Or maybe it was because the morning was rushed and all of the sudden we were in the car going to this “new fun thing” and then he was out of the field with all these kids and coaches. Yeah, that could have been it. Needless to say it was a meltdown city. Our aggressive, extroverted, confident, natural athlete of a son had turned into this little person who was crying, clinging to our legs, pretending he didn’t know how to kick the ball! Brian and I are looking at each other like what is going on!?! The coaches split up the kids into different groups and like smart coaches they put all the the clingy kids who appear to have no athletic ability in one group. And we were put in that group! Talk about a blow to my “false” security as a parent. I wanted to run up to the coach and explain that this isn’t really our kid. “No, really you should see him in our backyard!”  That’s what I wanted to say. It was humbling and I was surprised by how much it bothered me. Gradually, with ALOT of cheering and enthusiasm like a crazy parent the Little Mister started to come around and went off by himself. Everything was going great till the end when they played a mock soccer game and our aggressive son jumped head first into a pile of kids going after the ball and got kicked in the face. Back to crying we go. For the rest of the game he stood in the middle of the field crying while all the other kids ran around him. Brian and I just looked at each other like “Yep, we are those parents of that kid“. Oh what a morning! Not the experience we were expecting but a learning one at that for all of us. I realize there are going to many many more times like this one in the years to come so I better get used to it. I’m excited for them all even if my insecurities are clearly shown and I’m humbled beyond belief. Oh the joys of parenthood!

p.s. Week #2 he was a little all star, making goals and high fiving the coaches. Just had to tell you:)