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My genetically average kids

My kids are athletically genetically average.

I am ok with that.

We have exposed our children to as many activities as life, time, and money will allow.  

We tried hockey.

We tried soccer.

We tried baseball.

We tried rugby.

We tried dance.

We tried ballet.

We tried theatre.

We tried basketball.

We tried karate, Taekwondo and yoga.

Our kids were okay at all of them. They tried hard, they worked hard, and they had fun. Never the star of the team, but always a valuable part of the team.   

Should we have picked a lane and just focused on one sport, like hockey? Should we have looked for spring leagues, power skating camps, and hockey academies to accelerate and improve skills?

I don’t think so.

We accept what is. Sport for kids should be fun, not a job. We see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it ain’t the infinitesimal chance of making the NHL or the Olympics, it’s happy, confident kids.   

While dedicating weekends and weeknights to hockey wasn’t super appealing, the costs of elite rep hockey are staggering, from equipment to coaching, camps and even hotels at faraway tournaments. 

Could we afford it? Maybe for one kid, but I have four children. Does only the one that shows the most promise get to go, and we buy colouring books for the others?  

Don’t even get me started on the politics of elite sports, like hockey or figure skating or the crazy parents that inhabit those worlds.   

I will openly admit, though, that I do struggle with the notion of not pushing my kids in activities. If they show promise and interest, am I doing them a disservice by not making maximum opportunities available to them? I want my kids to know sacrifice, working hard, and dedication as cornerstones for a strong adult work ethic, but should hockey, for example, be our chosen vehicle for these life lessons? 

Because we have jumped around from activity to activity with our kids, never spending more than two seasons at any given activity, our children have never really had the chance to improve skills over time. Was that a mistake?  

Exposing them to different sports was important to us, but also important was allowing the children to choose their activities. Their sport/activity resume looks like a job-jumpers work experience nightmare, but it’s what they wanted. They would choose a sport because they wanted to try it, not because they thought it was what we wanted.  

I coached my oldest son for year at hockey. He loved it and I loved it, and he was good. Not great, but he enjoyed it. However, he was lukewarm when the topic came up the following season. I was worried that he might choose to play to please me, and unless he is bolting out of bed and really jacked for a 6 a.m. Saturday morning practice, I ain’t pulling teeth. So we chose not to play hockey, and he did break dancing that fall, with no regrets.     

I don’t want to live vicariously through my kids. I have a life and so should they: My ego is my ego, not theirs.

I was fortunate enough to play every sport growing up, and was pretty decent too.  Sport can be tremendous source of confidence and self esteem. Now, I enjoy sport for the exercise and social connections. That is what I want for my children, to have the skill set and coordination for many sports. Shoot, pass, skate for beer league hockey. Leave the left wing lock to the pros.  

TAKEAWAY POINT: Where is that balance of push and pull? Knowing when to encourage your kids to help achieve a higher level, or accepting what is, and letting them choose their own path of experiences? 

Although parents can be terrible judges of their own kid’s ability, you still know your kids best. Be honest, do they really love it? Or do they love it because they think you really love it? Forced participation can not only hurt the self esteem of your child, it can make them resent you. 

Every parent’s goal is a happy well-rounded kid. If pushing your child to excel is working and you are blessed with an elite athlete, then go for it. But for the rest of us, let your kids lead their way to happiness by providing opportunities for a variety of activities and experiences.  

Be a fan and cheerleader on the sidelines, with front row tickets to the best game in town. 

Until next time. . . .

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"Santa's dead??"

Dearest Santa,

I know you are reading this letter at your busiest time, and for that I do apologize. Having paid my dues in Christmas retail, I always hated the shoppers who ran into the store at closing time, but I do need to talk to you about this Christmas, and my four children.

Our youngest is only 19 months, so he is blissfully unaware of your magic, and also unaware of the unrest and suspicions swirling around our house. 

I am not sure if your Scout elves, Gabriel and Elizabeth, who, of course, witnessed the entire interrogation, were able to fill you in on my Christmas Dilemma, but here’s the skinny (sorry Santa – bad pun).

The three older kids surrounded me last week and demanded to know if I was Santa. Isn’t that hilarious?

“You always want us to tell the truth Dad, so tell us, are you Santa?”  

The question, straight from left field, hung in the air like a drunk uncle’s B.O. at a crowded family gathering.  

Inside, I was shocked, surprised, and a little sad at the question (I thought we had more time, another year at least). 

Overtly, I winced, sighed, and stammered. I thought about playing the “Santa comes to those who believe” card, or the more effective “Santa-Soup-Nazi-card” – “No Believe in Santa? No Santa for you!” 

Instead, I turned the tables and asked why they might think I was Santa.  

Their flimsy arguments revolved around three key points –

Logistics, China, and spatial load constraints

How could Santa get to EVERY house in the world, all in one night?
 
Why were you outsourcing your North Pole toy manufacturing factories to China? (where they discovered our Elf on the Shelf was made).

How could your ONE sleigh hold all of those toys for the four billion children of the world?   

I marvelled at their wit, logic, and common sense, but then I realized the even bigger gift: My egocentric children were finally realizing that there are others in their world? How exciting. It’s a Christmas miracle! 

Santa, I love you, and I love the magic of Christmas. It is hardest for my oldest boy, who, in the same week as this Santa inquiry, also learned at school about periods, menstruation, and tampons (he then polled every women in his life on whether they were wearing a pad at that moment).   

Straddling these two worlds of Santa and impending puberty is tough, so how can we keep the innocence and magic alive as long as possible? I am sure you have encountered this before in your 1600+ years, so I am open to your suggestions, and look forward to your crafty ideas.   

Thanks for listening, and enjoy Mexico in January. Don’t forget the 50+ SPF sunscreen.

Lots of love, big guy,

Jeff

xoxo

PS Feel free to keep my wife on the naughty list.  

Until next time, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a safe and happy holiday with family!



People, not things

Facebook can waste a ton of your valuable time with Cat Fail videos, but every once in a blue moon, a gem will cross a “newsfeed”. Last week, the final thoughts of a rich man shook me to my core. The alleged final words were exactly what I have been preaching to my kids: “People, not things.” The man had, in his life, achieved the epitome of success, but in the end, his non-stop pursuit of wealth and ‘things’ left him feeling bankrupt in some key relationships.

Mansions, Lamborghinis, and yachts are great but if you treat people around you poorly, or don’t have friendships or a family with whom to share life, then your life can be seen as very poor. 

Prosperous people are ones who are rich in relationships and authenticity. So sad are the millionaires who die alone.  

My kids have developed a genuine fixation with ‘things’. iPods, phones, the latest Nerf guns, newest ‘rare’ Shopkins, Xboxes, and so on. Before any eye rolls, I do realize this preoccupation with the latest things is normal, and kids have always been this way (and marketed to this way).   

However, I become furious when dinner table talk is focused solely on things, and the insatiable need to have more. Yesterday, we stumbled on the question of what we’d do if our house was burning down. I told the kids that if it ever happened, I would make sure everyone was out, and then would sit and watch.   

Kids in chorus: “But what about your hockey cards Dad? Your computer? Dr. Seuss collection? Your CDs?”

Me: “What about them?”

Kids in shock: “Wouldn’t you be sad to lose all your stuff?”

Me: “Sure I would be sad, but it’s just stuff. It can be replaced, but you can’t be replaced!”  

I’m certain most parents, at some point, have had similar conversations. In desperate attempts to get our children to start thinking of other people not things, we have had Food Bank and SPCA inspired birthday parties in which party invitees are encouraged to bring a gift for the cause NOT toys. These parties have been briefly successful in shifting focus (and the last thing this house needs is 20 more plastic disposable toys), but dropping in to the food bank or soup kitchen once a year is not enough to make permanent change.  

As Christmas rolls around, I find myself struggling and raging against the commercialized Christmas machine. In previous years, we have taken the UNICEF catalogue and funded goats, shelters, and other necessities for faraway villages, but to what avail? Kids still whine for more junk, which causes my Scrooge meter to skyrocket.  

Society is fascinated with money and wealth, and material things will always be a part of our lives, these are basic facts. But as a parent, I need to tip the scale back to the people side. One dad told me he is careful what he highlights to kids on a drive around their neighbourhood. Rather than pointing out big mansions and expensive cars, he looks for kids playing, or better yet, generations of families playing together. 

I am now telling my kids, “Put down your iPod. The only screen time and Facetime I want you to have is your face at your friend’s screen door, knocking and asking them to come out and play!”

Deathbed heartaches and regrets should not be a reality for anyone. What can we/society do to help our children and teens realize that people, love, and relationships make you happy, not things?    

I would love your ideas. I know there are many families winning the “People vs. Things” battle. How do you do it? Please let me know – [email protected]

Until next time. . . .



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Your wife hates this

Four things your wife hates about you ~

Inspired by my recent Gottman Couples therapy training, here are four things your wife loathes about you. You, and these items, become girls’ night fodder as females congregate to lament their choice in their male partner.   

You don’t accept her influence ~  

You expect her to accept your ideas and influence, but you seldom accept hers. 

I know. I do the same thing. My wife will suggest something. I balk or stall, and don’t really give it the merit it deserves because of the source. 

Then one of my male friends will suggest essentially the same idea, which I eagerly decide is the best route for me. 

Then I tell my wife what my friend suggested and . . . cue the fireworks. 

Try listening to her ideas as though she is one of your buddies. Seriously, she is smarter, cares more, and knows you better than your pals.  

You don’t turn towards her ~

Couples in a relationship constantly make what John Gottman calls, 'bids for connection'.   

She talks excitedly about a recipe, concert, or book that interests her. You say nothing, and play on your phone.

I know.  I do the same thing. Master couples, as Gottman calls them, turn toward each other constantly with attention, interest, and eye contact, thus making big deposits to each other’s emotional bank accounts.  

If the day comes when a big withdrawal from the emotional bank account happens, you don’t want to ever dip into overdraft. Believe me, that ain’t a pretty place. 

Turn toward. Simple, and perhaps the easiest one of these four to change tonight.

You stonewall ~

You have a discussion. You don’t like what she said. So you shut down, withdraw, and go into your pouty little Man Cave.

I know. I do the same thing. I take my ball and go home - I’m not playing with you anymore. 

But without dialogue, the problem will only escalate. In her eyes, if the 20-pound cannonball didn’t work, then maybe she will try tossing the 50-pound cannonball. No progress there? Let’s try the 100-pound cannonball. You see where this is going. Pretty soon your relationship house is in shambles, so try not to shut down. 

However, if you feel ‘flooded’ (ie, feel like you might ‘Hulk’, explode, and possibly say or do something stupid) then yes, respectfully withdraw to calm down, but remind your partner that you will return to this discussion after this power pause.  

You don’t court and cherish her anymore ~ 

The fun exciting guy that wooed and courted her is dead, replaced by a lazy predictable potbellied lout who cares more about his fantasy sports team than her real life fantasies. Where did Mr. Wonderful go?  

Everyone, including you, talks about date nights, but you never do or plan anything. 

I know. I do the same thing. I know, and write about how important connection and couple time is, yet I permit life and our kids’ busy schedules to be the major excuse for not planning anything. 

If you have kids, you must bring back the fun and adventure that 70% of couples report is gone after babies arrive. Use your roster of great babysitters, and plan something she would love (pottery class, dance lessons, etc.), not what you would love. Make bi-weekly, or even monthly, date nights an absolute must. 

Once you establish a routine of date nights, try alternating the planning to appeal to each other’s love languages and interests.  You happily attend her yoga class (dig out your bike shorts), then she happily attends laser tag, monster trucks, or your next LARP event.   

If your relationship is riding on four bald tires with gunky old oil clogging up your car engine, then what should you do? Your relationship needs perpetual regular maintenance and up keep. Like a garden that needs daily weeding, we all must constantly recharge our relationships. 

Anyone who has been married for a long time will tell you it is work, but it isn’t heavy lifting, just non-stop vigilance to ensure that your partner, and her needs, remain your top priority.  

By accepting, rectifying, and implementing these four simple ideas, you will improve your relationship, I promise. And what man doesn’t want to be the main topic of envy at every future girls’ night?   

Ladies, am I right? Which one of these hits home with you? Did I miss something else you hate? Please add to the discussion at [email protected]

Until next time. . . .



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About the Author

Jeff Hay is a Kelowna-based writer, motivational speaker, parenting coach, and father of four.

Along with writing for Castanet, Jeff also writes for the Huffington Post, the Good Men Project, and the National Fatherhood Initiative in the United States. 

When he is not playing his favourite role of 'DAD', Jeff speaks throughout Canada as a popular parenting educator, working on his website – www.thedadvibe.com, and writing his parenting book for dads, “Wait Till Your Father Gets Home!

Jeff dedicates his life to improving the well-being of children by increasing the proportion of children growing up with involved, responsible, and committed fathers.

E-mail Jeff your thoughts or questions anytime at [email protected]

 



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