Wrestling Practice

O.k.  I’m watching my son at his wrestling practice, and thought I would work on my book a little.  Needless to say I had to stop and start blogging.  The little kids are so comical, I couldn’t help myself.  We all know that kindergartners are some of the sweetest creatures on earth It doesn’t matter what sport they’re playing (or supposed to be playing, I should say), they are in their own world doing their own thing.  I’m speaking of the boys.  The girls are ever aware of what’s going on and seem to already be trying harder to make it in a man’s world.  The little boy’s on the other hand are lying on the mat, lounging with their head in their hands.

I remember watching my brother who is six years my junior playing tee-ball.  The entire season he would stand in the outfield staring at the sky, throwing his hat up and catching it in his glove.  At times he would just sit on the ground and play in the sand.  I couldn’t understand why I was forced to go to these horrible shows.  Of course at that age it was all about me.  As a parent now I feel sorry for the coaches. 

My son is older and he seems to actually be doing a fairly well job of taking down his opponent, wait, I think they’re just lying there talking.  The little kindergartners are definitely just lying there, legs and arms intertwined. I think they may be attempting a head lock.  Oh no, the coach just interrupted their little show.

We first had our oldest son sign up for wrestling club when he was in the second grade, to help him work out his “aggressions”.  “Boys need an outlet to work out their extra energy”, we were told.  Well I don’t know about it helping with his extra energy, but watching him now, I see a big difference from three years ago. 

When I started this whole “mom of a boy thing” I didn’t really know what I was getting into, and definitely didn’t realize the complexity of it.  Well since then I’ve become mom to boy number 2, and I’m still perplexed.  Throw my husband who himself is a very large boy into the mix, and to say I’m lost some days is an understatement. 

I’ve read books on raising boys, being a mom of boys, growing strong men, and how to be married to a man.  I don’t know if learned anything valuable from the books, but I do know in my world of wrestling, baseball, and pee on the commode, I’m having a blast!