Thursday, September 20, 2007

The Way of the Ninja


Over the past few years we have taken Dylann to a few different sports. The idea being that his energy level (equal to or greater than that of a Jack Russell terrier) is so intense and his love for trying to stand on his head, climb walls, and jump off bunkbeds could be put to good use with some athletic involvement. First we did t-ball. This was not much of an athletic involvement, because they spent most of the time wondering what they should do first, pick flowers, draw shapes in the sand, or go after the ball.

Next we did gymnastics. Now that is a good workout. But I noticed that the parents could be a little EXTREME. As in, some of them actually homeschool their children so they can pursue gymnastics every day of the week for hours at a time. It was annoying to see an out of shape woman get up from the bleachers, walk into her daughter's class area and correct her while she was busy trying to do 3,068 lunges across the room.

I started thinking about kids sports and how the different parent personalities can be displayed by what sport their kid is in. Because it is clearly the parent's choice, and the kid has little say in the matter. It makes sense, because the parent will be equally as involved in the sport at this age.

This year I was thinking about signing Dylann up for hockey. I called a lady in the area to find out more about how often they practice and how often games are. This lady was extremely enthusiastic about hockey. She excitedly told me that registration is $100 and you need to make a $200 deposit (which will be refunded if you volunteer with the team for 20 hours) and they would also need a check for $60 to purchase tickets to a fundraiser which you are then in charge of selling and if they don't sell, you just made a donation to the team. And then of course, you have to purchase equipment. Practices are twice a week until games start and then you meet three times a week and then there are tournaments sometimes for a whole Saturday. Needless to say, the parents with kids in hockey are very competitive and dedicated. Which sounds a little odd when you're talking about 5 year olds.

I decided on a community ed Tae Kwon Do class. We showed up for the first class in a local middle school gym. A quick scan over the other parents revealed one lady with her nose in a book tucked away in a corner of the gym, two guys with glasses talking (possibly about the way of the ninja or the powers of the liger) and one was holding a comic book guide, and one lady who laughed along with me when the kids asked goofy questions or made announcements like, "Once I kicked really hard and my pants fell off!" Because a group of 5 and 6 year olds doing karate can be funny. I knew right away that we would fit in just fine among this crowd.

2 comments:

Christine said...

No matter what we've done or tried, we always end up gravitating to the community programs ... where the "less freaky" people tend to fall. :)

Jessi Louise said...

That seems to be the way to go. I don't want to be sitting in the stands wedged between parents who are about to have a heart attack over the performance.