Saturdays mornings for the last two months have been devoted to swimming lessons for our two boys. The lessons are early so it makes for a rather "busy" and energetic start to the weekend.
As Lisa and I were driving to the pool we began to talk a bit about their activities. Our oldest is the creative type who loves art and music. Our youngest is simply full of brute force and loves all things sports. We began to talk about some other activities that will be coming up soon [Brennan will be starting cello lessons and Calvin can't stop saying he wants to play hockey].
I began to reflect about the hurried pace of other parents I know; parents who have kids tided up in multiple activities multiple days a week. Sometimes their kids are involved in two or three sports a season, dance, art, music, etc. I really don't want that for my kids. I really don't want them spread so thin that they have no time for creative play, time for day dreaming, and even just time to sit and "be."
As I thought about all the other options that are open to our kids, all the other activities that they could be a part of it dawned on me that I want to help them learn to choose, and to choose well at that. I want them to know that life is full of choices, some good and some bad, and that a "yes" to one thing could preclude a "no" to another. I want them to know that life doesn't derive it's meaning from the fullness of their schedules but from a full heart and mind that are regularly exercised [both literally and metaphorically] and the depth of their relationships with others.
I don't know, these are thoughts that we're still putting together during this infancy of our parenting. Who knows, perhaps I'll look back one day and say, "Man! I was such a hypocrite!"
In a world that moves faster at times than I think is healthy I begin to ask the question: are we fairly odd parents?