I’ve already got the house in the suburbs, the dog, the swingset in the yard, and the minivan. I figured it was time for some soccer in our lives.
Actually, it was my son. For a kid that doesn’t always seem to have a lot of body awareness, he has a real love for trying out different sports. When we were up in Wisconsin over the summer, he got my aunt to try and teach him badminton. Not to mention beach tennis, fishing, sailing, and swimming in the middle of the lake.
I told him he had to be able to swim with his face under water before he could try skiing.
But most recently, he has developed something of a fixation on soccer. Neither my husband nor I are remotely athletic, and we both skipped that suburban childhood rite of passage that was the kids’ soccer team. But wherever it came from, Daniel has decided that soccer is the thing to do.
Our local YMCA does an Introduction to Soccer class for three-to-five-year-olds. I don’t hold any illusions that my son will learn much more than where the goal is, but it’s not too expensive, and I figure he’ll get a kick out of it. The sheer mention of the class is enough to get him bouncing with excitement.
Here’s the thing.
My daughter? Not so interested in the soccer. What she has latched on to is the idea of dance class. She mentions it nearly every day. “Mom, can I take a dancing class?” I think it has as much to do with the outfit as the actual dancing. (She’s also Little Miss Arts-and-Crafts, and no, I don’t know exactly how I ended up with such gender stereotypes for children.) But again, there’s a class at the Y, the price is reasonable, and I’m happy to let her explore her interests.
Two kids. Different classes. They aren’t even at the same time, nor on the same day. And this is where it begins, apparently, shuttling my kids to and from school and activities. Mark it: age three years, three months.
This is the first time I have ever even considered signing my kids up for different classes. For the last three years, it has been all three of us doing the same things. I sign them up for music or gymnastics, and we ALL go. I already started to be cut out of the equation when they started solo swimming classes in the summer, not to mention once they started preschool. But at least they both go to swimming at the same time, they both attend the same school.
While their separate activities are on different days, they’re both weekend days. I’m hoping this can turn into not only a fun class, but an opportunity for weekend one-on-one time. I’m a little concerned about feeling over-scheduled, but the class is only two months long, so it’s not forever. But it seems worth the experiment, both in terms of the kids’ interests and in terms of our own time management.
So, what about you, moms (and dads)? Have you done separate activities with each child, or are you holding out? If you have, how old were your kids? What was that experience like?