Jack had football games on Thurs night and then again this morning. I came out thinking a couple things. 1. Adults are idiots. 2. Jack has a bad attitude. The second I'm working on resolving. :-)
Jack showed his a$$ today. Pure and simple. He's been running with the big dogs lately and he's picked up some less than nice habits. He threw got a shove on the line this morning - got upset because there was no call - started crying - and then threw a fit on the sidelines. After I saw him (40 yards away) talk with his hands to the coach (he was back talking - you know the motions) I calmly walked over, stood next to him and quietly but firmly told him just what to look forward to if I ever saw him do that again. Warning given. I swear that boy will be the death of me - or at least jail for me. :-)
When we got home I told him to go to his room and get comfortable - I needed to talk to him. He's got a good heart - he really does. He just doesn't always apply good judgement. And EVERYTHING is a huge deal to him. Which......well, is not all bad. He's ALWAYS thrilled with stuff - the littlest things make his day - but the littlest things also ruin his day. Or ruin his minute. :-) I don't know, how do you tame that but not break that spirit?! I did my best to explain that NO feeling was wrong, or bad, or unjust - it was the ACTION that he chose that was wrong. I explained that NONE of us are always in agreement with people who are in charge (ie: coach, boss, etc). We suck it up - do our best and come home and bitch. I welcomed him to come to me and bitch anytime and that would listen. I also explained that the things that he was in like sports and such were a privilege. That Sal and Dad and I were more than happy to sleep in on a Saturday instead of hauling our behinds out to a football field to watch him throw a fit. I think I got my point across. God knows I'll have to repeat myself - but I don't think he'll do the back talk thing again - at least not to the coach. :-)
Now about adults. Same as always - always screaming at kids from the sidelines. They all scream different things and they all scream abstract things. "Hold the line". Really? Kids don't get that. Kids are pragmatic. You have to say "put your arms up and block number such and such - make sure he can't get from point a to point b." And the thing is all that talk that adults do turns kids off. Don't we remember? How stupid other adults sounded when we were that age? I mean I'm all for cheers and a good "Come On Broncos" But the absurdly stupid directions that are screamed every game by all the other parents that don't have time to coach but have plenty of time to stand on the sidelines and second guess. ugghhh.
Then of course, there's the other team. We have a girl on our team. 1 She's good. 2 She's smart 3 She's tough and 4 She's really very pretty and slender. All this makes the other team's fathers nuts. God forbid their precious baby boys get thrown around by our girl. :-) God forbid they get shown up and out "footballed" by this chick. And the best part about this girl: She gets on Jack's butt and makes him play better. I think she can see he does have some talent - he just has no Umpfff and he doesn't apply himself well. I love to watch her play. ---- Oh, and her brother - he can throw! 60+ yard bullets are no problem for this kid. Needless to say - we haven't been beaten and by halftime we always have to hold back on rushing and passing (slaughter rules). It's a very interesting season. :-)
Sal and I sit in our lawn chairs and watch. Well, I watch. Sal always brings something to play with. The other day she forgot and was happy to play with a package of wet wipes, a key chain, a granola bar and a paperclip. All these items were in gym class and were playing softball. :-) For someone who is SO concrete in her thinking she sure has an imagination. She does really well when she's not constrained and doesn't have to be totally quiet. It's the total quiet thing that really gets her. :-)
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