When I was about 7, I started swimming lessons.
This was a big deal. Back when I was a kid (I feel sooo old saying that) there weren’t so many kids around me doing after-school or extra-curricular activities. I did swimming for a couple of years. I know Hubbie only started playing basketball when he was about 12… and that he had to FIGHT FOR.
Today it is a whole different ball game. Parents are booking in their kids to things that they have absolutely zero interest in, let alone what they actually like.
They book them in to activities that they themselves failed at, so that they can live vicariously through their offspring…
They book them in to lessons so that they can become the next musical/sports/arts prodigy…
They book them into classes that they think are cool, or that they think they need, like a foreign language for when they have to travel overseas in 30 years time as a political minister or something…
Baby girl currently does swimming. She also wants to do gymnastics (and I am holding off with all I can until next year for that one).
And today, she started piano.
I can’t keep up.
I feel for her. I mean, she loves doing these things, but if I am tired taking her to and from these places, how the hell does she feel?
It is a great opportunity to learn, I must admit. After sis and bro-in-law passed down their piano-keyboard to us, Hubbie saw the potential in setting her up young, and looking to see if she had any musical inclinations within her.
Yep. It is all Hubbie 😉
But she surprised me. Following her lesson today she came home, ran to her piano-keyboard and proceeded to copy the simple keys she had learnt during the lesson.
I was impressed.
Who knows where this road leads her. But if she lets me, I’m more than willing to take her for the ride. 🎹 🎼🎶