I’ve always been something of a jock and I’ve tried to instill a love of exercise in my daughters. The two oldest (21 and 18) were/are wonderfully athletic, but had absolutely no interest in sports. When they were tiny babies I’d put them in the Baby Bjorn and hop on the Nordic Track for an hour. Later, I took them running in the jog stroller. Signed them up for summer sports camps, regular team sports, individual sports (like karate and rock climbing) and on and on. But nothing stuck.
My youngest, almost 9, has the makings of a jock. But she hates to sweat. All that changed, though, when I set up the xbox kinect that I won at Dad2.0 a few weeks ago. I had a meeting the other day and told Z she could use the xbox. I heard her bouncing for the entire time I was in the meeting. When I finally finished up and went up stairs to start dinner, she was drenched in sweat–and smiling. I had to smile too.
Made me completely revise my thinking about what my goals are, sports wise. Doesn’t really matter whether she’s doing a real “sport.” If the goal is to get her off her duff and to work up a good sweat, who cares what she’s doing? Lesson learned.