I was on the phone with my mom last week, and she was mad because we haven’t spoken much over the past few weeks. I apologized, and explained to her that we didn’t have any free time. After all, why would we? For the past several weeks, my family has been on the road with our kids for their respective sports. As I was telling this to my mom, she lectured me: “Randi, all my friends and I think you and your generation are crazy. I remember complaining when we had to travel 10 minutes away for your soccer games, but your generation takes sports to a whole new level. Why can’t you just enjoy letting your kids be kids? Why don’t you just say no, and don’t go to Vegas this weekend? In fact, they need to slow down and call their grandmother once in a while. Trust me, it’s not just your family, it’s all of my friends who have grandkids”.
When I hung up, I realized that she had a point. My kids are terrible about calling her. Then I had a quick chuckle at the thought of telling my kids that the Vegas trip was cancelled because Grandma said “We to take a little break”...that would have gone over really well, especially with my son...NOT! But while I was in my yoga that morning, reflecting on my intention (like they tell you to do), it occurred to me that she had a point. I mean, what kid should be too busy to call their grandparents? That’s unacceptable and I’m going to make a concerted effort to change that. The travel situation is definitely intense, and sometimes we are exhausted, but it is what it is. I don’t want this article to be about the insane expectations that come with youth sports, but it’s nearly impossible to avoid discussing.
Kids that play sports, and want to be really good, do whatever they have to in order to stay on top. Some kids spend hours with trainers and personal coaches, others pick a sport early on and drop everything else, and some kids are on several teams at the same time running from one tournament to the next. I grew up playing one sport per season, we never traveled, we had one practice per week, and my parents never stuck around to watch. There definitely was no snack mom bringing in delicious treats at the end of the game. It was simple.
As I stood out in the FREEZING cold weather this weekend, with wind ripping straight to my bones, chapping my face, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “The things we do for our kids”. I mean seriously, I didn’t even watch the games from the car because that would have been totally lame. I don’t know about you, but I had no idea that Las Vegas could get that cold. I was so miserable (from being at the field from 6 am to 6 pm), that I went directly to our room, took a hot bath, and never left my bed for the rest of the night. I mean come on people, this is Vegas, one of my all time favorite places, and I didn’t even play one table! Our kids just have no clue what we do for them.
Call me crazy, but I would do it again. At the end of the day, it’s fun. We get to spend quality time together as a family, our kids get to experience different places, and overall it’s pretty cool. I need to call my mom back and tell her, “Mom, you were right - our generation is totally crazy and we wouldn’t have it any other way”.