We practiced all weekend long. I played volleyball for four years in high school, so I was happy to teach The Girl the basics, and we even had fun doing it as a family. As we practiced, I couldn't help but think...
Elementary school life is so much easier than middle school life. For my family, the difference between the two is like night and day.
Take The Ginger's upcoming week (he's still in elementary school, just starting the third grade): He has his GATE (Gifted and Talented Education) class on Thursday, and that's during school hours. That's it. The first PTO meeting at his school is Tuesday afternoon, but if we all can remember last year's run in with the PTO, and the same women are in charge again this year, I'm not quite sure I will be participating.
The Girl? Volleyball tryouts Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, then violin lessons on Friday- all after school. ALL of her days this week, with the exception of Wednesday, will end way after 5pm. Her day starts at 6am. And she has chosen to do all of this.
I guess she's following in my footsteps as an overachiever. You think?
I know there are Tiger Moms out there who taught their children Russian at the age of 2, how to play the
piano at age 3, and how to build a functional robot that can clean their entire house at the age of 5. But I'm no Tiger Mom. I'm the furthest thing from a Tiger Mom. I believe kids should be kids for as long as possible. I experience Mom Guilt every now and then when I see these kids with viral videos on the internet because at age 7, they can play guitar comparable to a mini-Jimi Hendrix, and I look at my kids, sticking cheetos up their noses to make each other laugh. I wonder what my kids would be like if Hubby and I did push them a little more into structured lessons or organized sports at an earlier age. We've pretty much just waited for our kids to tell us what they are interested in, and then we go from there.
This is why The Ginger isn't involved in any after-school acitivities at the moment. He's perfectly happy building Lego creations when he gets home from school. I've looked into having a local comic book artist do weekly art lessons with him, and we've brought up the Cub Scouts, which interested him for a total of 23 minutes. Then he went back to building superheroes out of Legos. He's not very athletically inclined, which upsets Hubby, so when the subject of sports is brought up, he just shrugs his shoulders.
I'm on the side of not pushing him. Hubby is on the side of making him try things to see if he likes them. We're still trying to meet in the middle on this one.
School has only been in session for a week and a half now, and I am already seeing (and feeling) the effects of the transition from elementary school to middle school. My shoulders and back are killing me from all of the volleyball this weekend. My calendar app on my phone is starting to bend with all of the new activities being entered in.
|Not my calendar app or my schedule,|
but close. Pic courtesy of iEnticement
My calendar app is seriously wondering if someone with a life stole my phone recently.
Things have not been this busy since I was a single working mom.
And I can already hear you moms of high schoolers giggling at me. I know what's ahead. I know it only gets worse from here, especially with an overachieving daughter like I have. Now I know how my parents felt when I was growing up; I was involved in basketball, soccer, volleyball, Envirothon, prose reading for forensics, Academic Challenge, and started working at the age of 15 as a cashier at the local grocery store. No wonder my parents happily bought me a car when I turned 16- they were tired of driving my ass around to all these different practices and events. They full-heartedly supported me, and were at every game or event, but the daily driving to and from gets old quickly- something I'm now finding out.
I stand behind both of my kids in the decisions they make in life, especially when those decisions help them grow. My daughter's interest in violin and sports makes me very happy. Is it tiring? Yes, for all of us, especially her. Will I continue to support her and drive her around for various practices and lessons? Of course. I'm a mom, it's my job. Will it get easier as we figure out a routine? Damn, I hope so. Will I be happy when The Ginger figures out what he wants to do, even if that means adding more lessons and practices to our ever-growing calendar? Yep, I sure will be.
Should I buy stock in coffee? Yes, definitely. I'm having to keep a food diary for a few days to show the personal trainer at my consultation later this week, and I can already hear her now, commenting on the amount of coffee I drink in a day. Hubby asked me on Saturday if our large 32 ounce bottle of coffee creamer was going to last until Wednesday- I just laughed at him. That's the funniest thing I had heard in a while.
But, would I change any of this? Honestly, no. This is what being a mom is all about, and if my kids are happy, then I'm happy. Exhausted, but happy.