I know, parties aren't for teaching moments but, rather for letting your hair down, having some fun and relaxing with friends. And we did that too. But at our company summer soiree this past weekend, there were some important lessons learned.
Those that know our son Patrick know that his blessings are in the form of academics more so than athletics. He enjoys sports - almost all sports and even persuaded his dad last weekend to take him to the X Games 3D movie instead of packing for our camping trip. He has passion for sports, but his interest is stronger than his ability in most cases.
At this party, he enjoyed playing tag with one of the older boys and tossing a beach ball around with one of the little girls, but then the athletic boys showed up and things changed. These boys were playing football and, even though Patrick hasn't had much exposure to football (one of a handful of forbidden sports in my house due to potential danger during play - although I love watching college football!) he wanted to be a part of that fun.
In fear of having to rush him to the hospital with a bloody nose or some other injury, I watched this interest turn into action over just a few minutes. He patiently observed the boys toss the ball and run a few plays, ignoring the other children he was originally playing with. There were laughs, celebratory hooray's and lots of fun happening. I watched his excitement building inside. And then he made his move.
He apparently felt that he had observed enough and had learned all he needed to know to play football with these boys. Patrick asked one of them if he could throw the ball to him. Knowing that my son had never even picked up a football, let alone throw something that wasn't perfectly round like a baseball, I wanted to run over and rescue him from further damage to his self-esteem. But the ball was in his hands before I was even half way there. And it happened - he threw the ball just about how I expected.
But he didn't see anything wrong with it and didn't seem affected by the other boys' reactions. He still wanted to play. In fact, he begged and pleaded until he persuaded the boys to give him one more chance. They told him that if he could catch the ball from the other side of the yard, he could play. From their snickers, it was obvious that they assumed there was no way this kid was going to catch that ball based on his throw. No way! So they kept instructing him to move back, move back, and keep going until he was a good 30 yards away. With little effort, one of the boys threw the ball right at him...and he caught it!
While I wanted to jump up and down and make a really big deal about this, he simply ran over and asked what was next. He took on that challenge knowing he'd catch it. He had to. He knew it. He had so much more confidence in himself than his parents did. It was awesome. Just amazing.
Sensing what was going on, one of the dads huddled the boys together, including Patrick, and called plays to run. He was thoughtful to give each boy roles that they could succeed in. Patrick was a running back and quickly understood his mission. What fun he had!
Who knew that on this night, we would all learn a few things at the company summer party. We learned that our son is capable of more than we think. And to have more confidence in his physical abilities. Those boys likely learned that they should be careful not to underestimate the incredible power of desire. Patrick picked up some new social skills and earned a few well-deserved self-esteem points that he so badly needs.
Unfortunately, he also learned more than I'd like about the forbidden sport. I'll overlook that for now.