Sharon DeVellis: Inside Scoop


Sacrificing My Speed Skating

Do I Or Don't I?

I need your help internety people, it seems I have a bit of a conundrum.

Last week I wrote about my new found love of speed skating and how I was going to sign up to give it a go.  Well it appears that Son No. 1 doesn’t want me to. 

He had shown reservations when I first told him but he seemed fine when I explained I’d be doing it on a different night than him.  Only yesterday, he told my husband he doesn’t want me to do it.  He liked that he was doing something different and wanted this to be “his” thing.  Plus he was worried I’d go to the speed skating meets with him and win a medal and he wouldn’t.

Did I mention that I’m 41?  Also pigeon-toed and knock-kneed.  Aaaannddd...I trip a lot just doing things like walking. Pretty sure the medal thing won’t be happening.

Like most moms out there, I sacrifice stuff for my kids.  And I don’t even look at it like sacrificing, because that makes it sound sort of resentful, which I’m not.  I mean, the cellulite and droopy boobs leaves me a little angry sometimes but other than that, I’m pretty much okay with anything I’ve ever had to give up for my kids.

But this speed skating thing?  Aside from zorbing (picture strapping yourself into a large hamster ball and being pushed down a hill), this has been the first thing to peak my interest in terms of getting out and getting active again.  This past year I’ve had sloths look at me in disdain for my lack of activity.  There’s only so much con queso one body can take, people.  Wanting to attempt to learn how to speed skate has made me light up a bit on the inside and think “I can really do this”.  As for the meets?  I do want to skate in the meets.  The thought of competing and having the potential to continually work on improving my times and/or humiliating myself in front of an arena full of people….both appeal to me equally. 

That’s kinda the way I roll.

Which, most likely, is what I’ll also be doing at some point during the skating meets.  Right into the heavily padded walls.

I feel like I have three options:

1) Don’t do the speed skating and let Son No. 1 have his thing. In all fairness to him, this is the first "thing" that he's found that's made him light up inside too. So I get how he wants it for himself.

2) Son No. 1 be damned and I do it anyway…the kid’s gotta learn that it’s not all about him.

3) Sign up for speed skating and don’t tell him.  He’d never know because my practice times are late at night after he’s in bed.

Actually, No. 3’s not an option – I won’t lie to him. *sigh*

So I’m asking you….if this was you, what would you do?

Sacrifice this one thing for your son or do it anyway?