a Little Slice of Life

I sent myself to my room tonight,  too much chest thumping from Sonny Boy in his macho parents know nothing attitude so I went to bed.   Since I'm not exactly enthralled with my book I wandered here to peck out a few lines on my phone.

Remember the slow talking cartoon dog that never lost his cool, wasn't he called droopy dog?  This is my imitation of him.  If a medical person would have come along likely would have been dragged to the ER.  Combine drooping eye brows (I normally do not have a crease in my eye lid) and a face full of novacaine from a cavity being a filled and I start looking like a Picasso painting.

This visitor to my yard came last week.   I wasted quite a bit of my day watching him stalk a squirrel in the same tree.  After hanging around a couple of hours he finally swatted at the squirrel and then flew off.  The squirrel was a  bit rattled looking but no worse for wear.  I was hoping he'd get a good lunch.  I did get the swat on video which was cool, however I'd sadly have to watch Sonny Boy shake his head as operates my electronics for me.  I have no patience with these things and he doesn't even flinch. 

Sonny Boy got a little bloody ay a match a couple of weeks ago.   His coach snapped a much better picture.   This was minor, just a busted lip the week before he had a bloody nose that was a huge mess.  Lots of Rocky references happen,  good thing he finally got around to watch the 1st Rocky  the last couple of months or so.

Igor and Hubby have been fast fishing partners the last few weeks.   Today there was a little local ice fishing derby they fished in.  No winning on fish caught but the guys running it were so impressed with Igor 's ability to fish and Stay

at it all day (the guys were just drinking beer and bull shitting,  Igor was there to fish.  They made him up a special award of most dedicated and he won $30.  He's pretty proud of himself.  It's the perfect award for him because I can't imagine too many nine year old boys that can be that content ice fishing for so long

  I wouldn't be

Where's the Line?

We are currently in the thick of Sonny Boy's wrestling season.  Each week is dominated by discussions of which tournament to attend, which bracket, what time to leave, etc.  At least one weekend day is spent at a tournament sitting around in a LOUD gym waiting on the total of maybe 12  minutes he actually wrestles.  Sonny Boy is blooming both as a wrestler and an kid, it's good.

In a flurry of feeding the fire I ordered a wrestling documentary from Amazon called "Pinned".   Pinned follows the high school season of two elite wrestlers from a suburb of Cleveland.  One boy is the child of a single mom attending public school.  The other boy attends a wrestling powerhouse private boy's school.  The boy at the private school has a father that is more than obsessed with turning his children (he has a younger son too) into champion wrestlers, the lengths he goes to are pretty extreme even in the world of crazy sports parents.

The crazy father got me to thinking; where is the line?  Where is the line between pushing your child to be his best and offering all the advantages you can?  I know currently Sonny Boy is teetering on the brink of becoming a dominate wrestler, most matches are battles (sometimes even a little bloody) with close scores, and mixed results.  It doesn't take someone experienced in wrestling to see he just needs a push, and he sees that as well.

Hubby is very "whatever" about the whole thing.  He of course roots on SB, and has a hand in discussions but there is little push thinking it all has to come from him.  I'm a little more pushy though.  I lead SB through some push ups, sit ups and some light weights.  I don't feel as if I'm forcing, just more of a reminder that the only wrestling goal one meets in front of the tv is waiting on it to air.  To be fair, I hold back, because I can see how parents go down the trap of the sports parent quickly and I don't want to go there.