Well, it’s official: I’ve begun my transition from mother to chauffeur. Last night was the beginning of this year’s Awana program at our church, and Joey is now old enough to participate. And that’s great, on the one hand, because it’s a terrific program and the kids have such a good time. He has been excited about going to “school” all week. (I was a little less excited after trying to work on his verses with him. Apparently, he needs to twirl and jump around the room in order to process new information. My apologies to the workers in his group.) Besides, it’s church! How can you deny a child a church activity when they’re so eager to go?!
And that’s how these kids suck you in. It’s all clear to me now, how you end up driving around and around all afternoon and evening, cramming in THE ACTIVITIES. They get all gung ho and look at you with those big eager eyes, just daring you to dash all their hopes. This is only the beginning, too, because he’s already campaigning for soccer.
Soccer? At three?
Is it wrong of me to be happy that the 3-5 year old soccer program is not available at our local Y at this time? Because, I won’t lie, I was sooo relieved (not to mention shocked that I found a program at all in his age group). Hey, but what’s with all of this two season sport stuff? Soccer in the fall and again in the spring? Come on! Still, I figured (if they’d offered the program, which-darn the luck-they did not) that two activities wouldn’t be that bad. Then I remembered that I wanted him to take piano lessons at some point. Not yet, but maybe in a year or two. But look: that brings the count up to three. I was trying to comfort myself with the rationalization that Awana is right before church, though, and we’d be going to that anyway, so that doesn’t really count, but it does count. It all counts.
Clearly, I am not destined to be the cool mom; not with this attitude, at least. I’m really trying to work on my resentment toward the idea of so many obligations. To a certain degree, that’s part of parenthood. At the same time, I’m also trying to work on my resolve in the face of having to pick and choose which ones will stay and which one will go. I’m a big believer in the idea that a child can be over-scheduled; I really do not want that to happen. I just didn’t realize how easily it could happen, you know?