Skip to main content

This Dad - Emmitt Smith - Gets It

Some people get it; some people don't.

I'm an Eagles fan and so Emmitt Smith was never my favorite player. I rooted against him and his team countless times.

But he gets it.

I'll bring up a sort of related point in a minute, but first: When asked if Smith would let his son play football - a big question that former players face these days - he said yes. Here is what he said:
“Why would I steal his passion from him?” Smith said. “I never made him play football. He had many choices, options. I love watching him play basketball. Football, I get nervous just like any other parent. And I’m concerned for him just like any other parent. But his goals are his goals, and my job is to help him reach it and protect him when he needs protection. And so to take another kid’s passion from them is just not right. I don’t think it’s right. It’s like me taking your passion from you, telling you, ‘You cannot do this.’ When you want to do it. Especially if it’s right. It’s good for him.”
Yes!

Yes. A parent's job is to help a kid reach their potential and goals, not to fulfill the parents' goals or life - an attitude I call "live like Daddy" syndrome. That means that if my daughter wants to ice skate, I find a way to get on skates, even though I've never been on them myself and am a confirmed catastrophe on roller skates. I know the situation is a little different here. A parent must also protect a child from overly dangerous situations. And yes, that sometimes that means saying no.

But it doesn't here, in this situation. Sure, at some point a kid might need to be pulled from the game or the team. If say, a kid gets a concussion, or maybe gets a second, you have to grapple with the question of "how much is too much."

But that moment is before the child has even started playing. Sure, you a parent needs to make themselves aware of the risks, and concussions are certainly a risk. But not every player gets a concussion. And not playing football doesn't ensure a child won't get a concussion. My sister has never played a down of football and has had at least two.

A parent's job is exactly as Smith describes it: it is to identify goals and passions and encouraging them.

About that little disclaimer above. The related point I wanted to make is this: we shouldn't let our kids do anything. That is the wrong question. Within reason - and that range only excludes truly hazardous things - we should be fostering interests. It isn't our job as parents to let our kids do things, only make sure they are safe when undertaken.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Yesterday Was A No Good, Very Bad, Day

Yesterday was a no good, very bad, day. Not just yesterday, the last two or three days, really. I'm not even sure why. I am sure I have not been a good Dad or person these last few days. Maybe I'm not sleeping well - though I think I am. Maybe I'm not happy - though I think I am. Maybe I'm stressed out - though I have no reason to be. Heck, January was the best month for this blog by nearly any measure. The Robes broke up shortly after this show. Our piano player was moody. I've been short with the kids. Little things that  really should  roll off my shoulders have dug claws in me, edging me toward irritation. I've snapped. I've raised my voice. I've been very, very short. To the point my daughter has had to remind me to "take a deep breath, Daddy." A short aside: I'm so, so very proud of her for that. Because it really does defuse the situation; it really takes me out of the moment and allows me to reset. But when your 4-year-old ...

How Can I Be A Better Parent?

My last few posts have been pretty down beat. There is the one about how I yell at my kids too much ; and don’t forget the one where I compare my kids to Darth Vader . So its been a rough couple of weeks. But each of these posts has had a single uniting theme underpinning it: I think every single time I butt heads with my kids comes down to my own flaws. There. I said it. When my kids are playing right up to and past their bedtime and I can’t wrangle them into bed; when they won’t get their shoes on to leave the house to buy THEIR snack ; when they want more snack than common decency dictates; when they want more TV time or tablet time; the times when they ask the most inane questions, or when they won’t get their own underwear despite standing right next to the drawer. Well, OK, maybe that last one isn’t on me. But the rest? If it isn’t time travel , I think they are all on me. When they play past bedtime its mostly a failure to leave enough time. Indeed, I’ve ...

My Kids Believe Some Wild Things

First off, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. It is the holiday season, so this is going to be a quick and fun post. If you want something more serious, you can look my struggles with my daughter's self esteem  here , my blah attitude about the death of cursive here , and why I'm a very bad person here . All kids believe in some clearly wild ideas. Santa. The tooth fairy. Heck, some parents believe vaccines cause disease, so its hard to blame the kids. But mine might be taking it to new levels. For instance, my one son will repeatedly tell me how I'm the best Dad he knows. Its sweet. And gosh, its hard to deny. But I'm also pretty much the only Dad he knows. I guess his other point of reference is the Dad from Peppa Pig. Have you seen that guy? He's a half shaven, rotound pig with the manners you might expect of such a guy. Its a bit surprising he isn't usually adorned with a can of beer in his hand and food stains on his clothing. This suddenly sounds li...