I know it's probably bad to think of them in such narrow boxes, but that's what their interests and personalities lend themselves to, so that's how it's evolved.
Except that once in a while, someone surprises us. That was exactly the case when Robbie asked a few weeks ago if he could play basketball. This is the kid who has played on two soccer teams, once when he was 5 and once when he was 8. During both seasons, the fastest he ever ran was to the sideline for the post-game snacks.
Even so, when he asked if he could play basketball, I jumped on it and signed him up for a great learning league at a nearby church.
On Wednesday of this week, I told him that his first practice was today. He said ok, but not with a lot of excitement. Yesterday, I reminded him that basketball practice was this morning.
"Oh Mom, I changed my mind. I don't want to play basketball."
Too bad. I'd already paid for the (extremely reasonable) league fee.
This morning as we stepped outside to get in the car for practice, he took a look at the rain and said, "Hmm...I guess basketball is cancelled." Though to his credit, he took it in stride when I assured him that the court is inside and they could play rain or shine.
Once at the church, things started looking up. He found that a handful of his friends from school were there to play in the league as well. While the kids went through first day evaluation drills so teams could be assigned, I took my place in an adjoining room for the parents meeting. During the meeting, Mike texted to ask how he was doing. He wasn't the only one who was wondering. I was anxious for the meeting to get over so I could peek in and see if Robbie was having a good time.
Meeting adjourned and I headed for the gym. I was happy to catch a little bit of this action:
Just after I stopped recording, Robbie leaned toward the sideline and yelled over to me "Mom, this is fun!"
I texted the video clip to Mike who texted back, "Wow. He's waaaaaaaaaay better than I thought!"
The next drill kind of put "waaaaaaaaay better" into perspective.
No worries. It's a learning league.
When practice was over and we were headed to the car, my sweaty-headed little quirky kid who isn't my sports kid said, "This was the most fun I've had ever. I've never felt more alive!"
It was a reminder to me that it's good to try new things, to step out of our narrow buckets once in a while. And in that spirit, tomorrow I'm taking Charlie painting.