Chance has made friends with a little boy down the road. He and Alex have a great time out playing in the park and riding bikes. Alex is into sports, especially baseball. Chance on the other hand has never had a mit on his hand and has told me on several occasions that he finds baseball to be boring.
Tonight Chance comes home and informs us he would like to play baseball and that there is a team that has tryouts on Sunday. Trying to be supportive I look into the team. Practice on Tuesdays/Thursdays at 5:30 and games on Friday & Saturday, a huge time committment to something he has never expressed any interest in.
Casey and I set down and told Chance what we had learned about the team and how with our work schedule we wouldn't be able to make it to practice on time and not only that but with games on Friday we also wouldn't be able to go to the races, which happen to be his favorite event, as well as mine. To a ten year old this just didn't make sense. He didn't understand why he couldn't play, instead went into another crying fit, this time for THREE HOURS... three hours of crying, you hate me, why can't I play baseball? What a night!
I sat in his room tried to consule him tell him all the reasons he couldn't play and all the things he would get to do instead while not committed to playing, such as riding his motorcycle afterwork, going to Deming Speedway, sleeping in on Saturdays just to name a few.... but at the time nothing seemed to sink in. Instead Casey and were the bad guys who wouldn't let him play baseball when the parents down the road would. He cried himself to sleep tonight... we shall see how his mood is in the morning. I guess something you just have to learn the hard way.