tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post5251202810927240059..comments2021-05-12T11:16:42.400-05:00Comments on below sea level: May I Check Your Emotional Baggage?Fish Out of Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391844212535708noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post-85353923283076587362010-05-19T15:48:09.613-05:002010-05-19T15:48:09.613-05:00Ooops! Just had another thought.... Who ever came ...Ooops! Just had another thought.... Who ever came up with the law that we can't quit something????? Isn't giving something a try good enough? We don't find out whether or not we're happy doing something until we try it. But what if we find out we freakin' hate it and it makes us absolutely miserable??? Then what? I would think that not shackling our kids with that ridiculous rule that someone we don't even know made up is the more important thing here. Max is 4 years old. I'm not sure that he's going to learn all those "how to be a team player lessons yet!"Therese Closehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12475211124389087500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post-3635782968785680742010-05-19T15:43:14.183-05:002010-05-19T15:43:14.183-05:00I'm not sure how many summers we spent at Carr...I'm not sure how many summers we spent at Carrollton field, but we spent a bunch. Andy wanted to play. I do remember having my childhood angst come up in just about everything I watched my son do. Lots of emotional highs and lows. And some of those parents were unbelievable! I would think a one to one with Max would be the way to go..... "Does going to play T-ball make you happy, Max?" Do you want to keep going?" It's hotter n' hell out there if he's not happy!!Therese Closehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12475211124389087500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post-21442300521476543822010-05-19T11:21:50.465-05:002010-05-19T11:21:50.465-05:00Tim - You are so great! Beth - That is what scares...Tim - You are so great! Beth - That is what scares me, if I was so good at hiding my angst, perhaps Max is too? Hopefully, I am the only crazy person in this family.Fish Out of Waterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391844212535708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post-84109079959698227142010-05-18T22:49:09.927-05:002010-05-18T22:49:09.927-05:00I think we took softball once at Girard and I was ...I think we took softball once at Girard and I was allowed to quit after one practice. I was glad to be able to quit. Can't remember if you quit too.<br /><br />I never did like team sports. I took soccer in 7th grade and it was hell. I was at the nurse A LOT and sucked so bad that they only made me play one JV game! YEA! I hated the game and still remember being terrified. After that I took swimming for PE and only had to do one swim meet too as I was so terrified I almost drowned eventhough in class I could swim great.<br /><br />Things like dance, yoga or areobics are much better to me. By myself but near others.<br /><br />I didn't realize how shy you were or anything like that as kids. I always thought you were fun (and still do).<br /><br />Ask Max how he would feel if you didn't go back to t-ball and see what he says...Perhaps there is another activity he'd like better like swimming or tumbling or gymnastics or art class or music class (something w/ AC!)?<br /><br />That's what I'd do if it was Claire. I'd ask her and hope that I'll know what to do. You could also miss a game and see if he asks about it, or misses it. He may never ask and you could just tell him you weren't doing it anymore if he does ask.<br /><br />Maybe he wanted to do it at first but now he doesn't because it's hot and boring.<br />good luck!bybethstudiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17838011131222632255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post-39510266385986105502010-05-18T21:55:24.988-05:002010-05-18T21:55:24.988-05:00From one shy, introverted, ex-child to another, I&...From one shy, introverted, ex-child to another, I'll throw in my two cents. <br /><br />Maybe, its less about the experience itself, and more about the variance in sensory stimuli to which a child is exposed that is most beneficial to his/her development. <br /><br />For example, Daniel, my brother, (now 27) was the flower picking, twirling dervish in the outfield durning T-ball games. He is now the most extroverted individual that I know, not to mention, an inate musician. He can see music in his head; he is amazing. I, on the flip-side, was the aggressive take-no-prisoners T-ball player (hated every minute of it) who became the introverted, book-smart child. <br /><br />While parenthood, I suppose, is founded on sacrifice, you could mix-it-up as your, and my, parents did for us. While I may not have liked swim lessons, gymnastics, Latin, cotillion or etiqutte classes at the time, these activities all contributed in a positive way towards my development. When you consider the Gestalt, we are all a sum of our subjective experiences, and the whole is greater than the sum of the individual parts. <br /><br />I don't know if this helped at all Claire, but I do know that Max will benefit greatly from such a strong, sage, and intelligent woman in his life. <br /><br />Being that I turn 33 next month and I still continue to fall short in the realm of friendships and interpersonal commitments, please take this commentary with a grain of salt. I hope all is well. ;)Tim Myersnoreply@blogger.com