Honoring my sons as individuals can be my biggest struggle. Providing for their needs, desires, and opportunities gives me a lot of power over their existence. Not exercising that power as a single dad is an extra fight. Mary and I would check each other if we found the other bribing, manipulating, or strong arming. Now I’ve got to observe myself and self evaluate, sometimes on the fly. It’s taught me a lot about myself and exposed the subtle, and less-than-subtle, engineering I try to impose on their lives.
My (possessive language is an obstacle to individuality) younger son, Isaac, is a moving target. He always says “yes” to trying something new. At the Milton Farmer’s Market, he borrowed a couple dollars from his aunt and bounded over to get himself freshly shucked oysters from Johnson Bay Oyster Company. The follow through gets trickier. The oyster slid easily into his mouth…pause…I encourage, “Swallow! Go for it! Get it down!”…the exit wasn’t graceful.
When the chance to try BMX racing arose, both sons were all in. After practicing around the hilly track and observing the more experienced racers, Isaac was not interested in competing. I was convinced that he would enjoy himself and be proud of overcoming his fear, but I stressed that it was his choice and it would be fine not to race. Kim, First State BMX‘s finest representative, helped by enticing with a guaranteed trophy in the novice division. I could see Isaac retreat from an automatic reward, but I explained it would be earned by taking on a new and scary endeavor with courage. As an official Jiu-Jitsu Dad, I went for it, “This is your chance to earn your white belt.”
At Elevated Studios, new students have to earn their first belt by participating in a class. I was mildly chagrined at pulling out the big persuasion guns, but he jammed that helmet back on and went to practice on the starting gate.
Through three heats I watched him grow from awkward to, well, still awkward, but confidently so. Confidently awkward is one of our sweet spots.
Isaac was the last one off the track, bringing to mind one of his mom’s favorite bands:
“The arena is empty except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he’s driving and striving and hugging the turns”
-Cake, “The Distance”
Voluntarism is a dance, often with ourselves. Sometimes we need someone to choose the song or nudge us onto the dance floor. I can make all the mistakes, music up too high or shoving instead of nudging.
Increasingly, I find the ways to create options and encourage the follow through.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason