I used to see her almost everyday. She was yelling on the sidelines at her son. He wasn’t sad or embarrassed, in fact he hung on her every word. She was his ultimate cheerleader. Her boys were and still are amazing athletes for their age. It got me thinking, did I want that? Yes. Did I want to be that mom? Yes. Did I have it in me to push him that far? Yes, but I’m not raising my son to be an athlete because that is not his dream.
My 9-year-old plays several sports but I know his heart isn’t in it for the long haul and I am OK with that. His young baseball career was cut short – actually, he was asked to NOT come back to the team – but that’s a whole other blog. My 9-year-old is more interested in becoming than next Bill Murray than the next Billy Butler and I am OK with that. His idol is Michael Jackson and not Michael Jordan and I am OK with that.
We all have talents that make us unique and different. My son is determined to be an Emmy winning entertainer and if I have to be the ultimate stage mom to get him there, I’m OK with that. I will rehearse lines, I will drive him to auditions and he will nail that solo!
Whether your a baseball mom, a cheerleading mom or an entertainers mom, we all want the same thing. We want our babies to practice hard, work hard and achieve their dream. I just happen to see a shiny gold statue in my baby’s future.