My kids aren't prodigies, but they sure have fun.
When I had two young boys and my oldest was just starting Little League baseball, I was in awe of one of the moms on his team. She, too, had two young boys. But getting to baseball practice wasn't the only thing on her to-do list.
She, her husband and both kids were involved from sun-up to sun-down. They took classes in things I had never even heard of and couldn't pronounce. If there was a sport, a class or club being formed, someone in her family would be there. She told me she had a calendar on the frig that was color-coded and required special stickers.
At the time I that it was pretty cool. She was the ultimate over-achieving mom, and since I have a few competitive bones in my body, I was tempted to try to keep up with her.
I didn't and I'm glad of it.
I'm proud to say my kids were rarely over-scheduled. My kids have always played sports, but just one at a time. They all learned a musical instrument, but only one at a time. They all tried scouts, but dropped out when it became a chore to get to the meetings. Some weekends they got to sleep late. They got to hang out in the neighborhood, run through the sprinkler and make snow forts.
I don't know what ever happened to the mom from the baseball team. For all I know, she chucked the calendar, markers and stickers and joined a commune.
I know I'm glad I never tried to keep up with her.
I hope my kids are, too.
