Doubt Luca and you’ll eat crow
A few months ago, when Luca was taking his hiatus from taekwondo, Matt asked a very interesting question, “What will Luca like?” See, he’s a Lego building, book reading (reading as in studying the photos,) big imagination, no real interests aside from that kind of kid. I’m OK with that. Claire, given the opportunity, would take dance, soccer, softball, taekwondo, basketball, gymnastics, hockey, whatever and do it all. So, given that Claire has been our major point of reference in this whole parenting gig, Luca came as a bit of a shock to us.
I still challenge him to try something. Even if it’s just once. He has to try it. He tried taekwondo, and for a short while, we thought it would be a bust, but he, out of nowhere, decided that it was awesome and now he’s close to testing for his orange belt.
Luca just needs time.
So when I told Matt that I had signed him up for fall soccer, he was less than impressed. Matt was slightly convinced, based on how Luca acts, that he’d be the kid on the sidelines or sitting in the field picking grass. It’s a legitimate claim, really. Luca is underwhelming when it comes to things he doesn’t want to do.
See, if Claire doesn’t want to eat a carrot and I tell her to eat the carrot anyway, she’ll complain and then get all, “THIS IS THE BEST CARROT EVER!!” Luca? He’ll throw the carrot down and pout. It’s just how he is.
But I had a feeling. I know Luca. It’s not something he shows me or the way he acts, it’s just – I don’t know, a mother thing? I know him. Probably better than he knows himself.
Still, Matt was convinced.
Yesterday, Luca and I had a pre-practice practice. We ran around the front yard and cul de sac chasing each other with the ball. We went up and down and around, laughing the whole way.
I knew he’d be fine.
When we got to practice yesterday, Luca got out of the car, grabbed his ball, ran over to where the other boys were and sat next to them and started chatting.
Luca: 1 Matt: 0
Then the coach told them to start to practice. Luca happily got up, kicked his ball over the whole way, (WITH CONTROL!) and did all the drills as the coach told him to.
Luca: 2 Matt: 0
There was a boy who did not want to participate whatsoever. His poor parents were doing everything short of offering him a new car to just go out there and kick the ball once. Luca walked over to him and said, “It’s fun! You should try.” The kid still didn’t play, but kudos to Luca.
Luca: 3 Matt: 0
We got home and Luca said, “I can’t wait for my game Saturday!”
Luca: 1,000,001 Matt: -10,000
Matt was so proud and he happily ate crow for that.
I can’t wait for him to show off his skills come Saturday.
Claire, on the other hand? Drove me nuts. DROVE ME NUTS! She cannot stand not being in the spotlight.
I feel bad for her.
No. Not really. She has to learn to suck it up. Sadly, a common phrase in our house is “Suck it up, buttercup.” It won’t make me mother of the year, but at least I won’t have asshole, self entitled children when they grow up, right?