“Your sons will never play in high school if they don’t join this team.”
That was the warning. I’d coached them for years and now my boys were being recruited out of rec-league soccer to Select Insanity, just out of diapers. Three full weekends out of town during the fall for tournaments…for 8-year-olds. (Sure, sign us up!) Years later, I watched a younger dad wrestle through the same thing. He said to me, “I’d like to get up in the middle of town and shout: ‘Can we all just slow down?!'”
Parenting comes with… (keep reading below)
Perfect grades. Private coaching. Comparisons. Ceaseless competition.
It’s a template of the wrinkle-free life. It’s a mirage on the horizon setting the pace.
It’s the fear of falling, the fear of missing an opportunity, the fear of slipping behind.
If you’re wearing any of that around, maybe you need a little perspective courtesy of a different template, a different goal, a better vision for young lives. Now grab a hankie and click play.
“Come to me all you are weary…and I will give you rest for your souls.” (Matt. 11:28)