A confession
Henry doesn't do any after-school activities. He doesn't attend a French class; he's not learning to play piano. He doesn't play soccer on the weekends, or basketball. His oboe is really neglected these days, because he doesn't take oboe lessons, and also, wait, we have no oboe.
I would say this is because I am lazy, but his taking a class or two would give me a little more free time, so it's not really that. Really it's because he doesn't want to.
I should put that in all caps. HE DOESN'T WANT TO. I mean: he really, really doesn't. I've suggested a couple of classes that I thought he'd be interested in, and every time I bring it up, he looks at me like I'm announcing that we're going to send him away forever. To a lovely military school, perhaps, or just a third-world country, where he can help them dig wells! The eyes, they fill with tears. He really does not want to do anything else. He likes coming home and relaxing. He prizes his Lego time. He likes to watch two (two! gasp!) television shows after school whilst enjoying a snack, and then he turns to his Legos, and then it's dinner time. On the weekend, he will not be rushed. It's all we can do to get him to put on some pants. If it's nice out we'll go to the playground, and if it's not, all he wants to do is (surprise) play with Legos, or draw, or read.
This is not my confession.
My confession is that I have a hard time just letting him be. I fret. I ask him constantly if there's ANYTHING he might want to do. I am cowed by the parents around us, who, when I call them for a playdate, seem to only have a day or two each week free because their schedule's so chock full of extracurriculars. Now, I know we're never going to be over-scheduled--I am not a fan of that idea, and besides, my son would never ever go along with it. But he should be doing something, I think. Right? But he won't go for it.
I've tried. I bring home pamphlets about soccer classes, and he insists, "I hate soccer. I don't know how to play it."
"But you'll learn," I tell him.
He shakes his head. "I hate to learn."
He's a little strong-willed, you guys. Just a little. He knows what he likes, and he won't back down, even when faced with statements like YOU'VE NEVER TRIED IT and YOU'RE ONLY SEVEN and COME ON.
Now, I realize I could force him. I could drag him to the park and insist that he get on that field and have some wholesome fun! But why? Because I have some vague worry that I'm failing him or neglecting him by not pushing him hard enough, that's why. So I'll make him hate me! THAT'S a much better proposition.
So on the one hand, I leave him alone, and fail to give him the opportunity to experience anything outside his comfort zone. On the other hand, I harangue and harangue until he reluctantly does something but ends up just resenting me and feeling like there's something inherently wrong with who is he and what he likes.
Parenting is really goddamn hard.












January 20, 2010
Reader Comments (106)
I did recently have a small victory, convincing her to take a non-competitive gymnastics class, but it is sort of a pseudo-activity, really more fun jumping around than anything.
The irony is that no matter what, they'll remember it all wrong and blame us either way. I say, skip the singing lessons and save the money for therapy.
It is exhausting!
One of the good things about a strong-willed kid is that they TELL YOU WHAT THEY WANT. As soon as he's dying for viola lessons or yoga or underwater basket weaving, he will let you know in no uncertain terms.
Till then, lead by example. Take him on a few of your own adventures into new territory. As the mother of a very strong-willed boy, I've found that's what will occasionally sneak him out of his comfort zone.
Much more to say on this topic, of course. (I always have more to say, don't I?)
Seriously, Alice, he has YEARS to be overscheduled (or not) as you both see fit. He is SEVEN. Good for him for enjoying chilling out. :)
But then again, I guess you also don't want to feel like you're ambushing him with something ("Honey, I signed you up for Suzuki violin, isn't that GREAT?! You start today!"), because that would be unfair to him and also unpleasant for you. And yet, if you give him the choice, he's always going to say no or refuse to pick anything, or if you insist and tell him about it in advance, the DREAD of it may take over your lives.
Hmm.
Yeah, it's complicated and difficult. Forget everything I said; I clearly have nothing helpful to say here. Carry on.
It's a hard road you're on, but you're wonderful for trying to let him be him.
Kids are too signed up for things these days. We don't have anything formal after school either (though like you, I could certainly use the extra hours). I'm sure your son will come around on his own terms when he is ready. Then probably kick some serious ass at whatever he chooses.
Trust me, Heather said it best - aim low, save yourself the time. I was on every team in grade school and high school. Life was so much better when I got to college and was able to pursue my own interests. Lettering in high school sports doesn't make you a good person. I don't even know where those stupid letters are, since I was too busy going from practice to practice to sew them on my jacket, anyway. Actually, I don't know where the jacket is, either. Go figure.
Some time ago I realized our son is the same age as your Henry. My boy was born on October 5, 2002.
Anyway, my son also refuses to do any extra activity. Anything. He just shuts it out. Turns off our suggestions. And turns to his Lego. My son truly, genuinely is measurably happy with the way things are.
We've stuck him in classes and he shuts down. Gets angry, restless and changes in ways we don't like.
His little sister loves her activities. Dance and gymnastics are what we limit to because I don't want to be one of those morons driving around to a million little events.
And time to be yourself at home, with your family, is actually more important than some bourgeois piano lesson. Many people fail to see that.
One thing that I find works for my seven year old son, who never says he wants to sign up for any kind of class, is to give him a few choices. Once he picks the class that he feels most likely to not hate, take him. On the condition that he try one class. Give him the power to choose to quit. Maybe just knowing that he is not trapped in for the whole course, might free him, to actually try to find the good things about it? Just a thought.
We also bring Lego with us to said classes. If he's not in the mood, he sits on the sideline, building, but usually, seeing all the kids having fun, he joins right in.