Friendo |
09-17-2008 09:39 PM |
letting go
this one's hard to admit, but I have reached a point where I have to face the reality that I am guilty of being more or less "one of those" dads. I have coached my son in soccer since he was 6. he's now twelve, and we are at the point where they either fade or step it up. I have tried to take the middle road with him (and team) and achieve development, but have fun too. have tried in the past to "pawn him off" as I realize he's been spoiled playing for me, but he was having none of it. I enjoy coaching, but I admit I probably wouldn't do it/have done it, were it not for him. have enjoyed sharing that time with him, but I have to admit to some anger and disappointment at his decision not to be even reasonably dedicated to giving himself a chance at HS ball. It's a stark realization that I have "propped up" his interest for some time. I will add that he's my youngest, and typically a bit soft & spoiled. just needed to vent..I KNOW I shouldn't be depressed, but it somehow it feels like chopping off my hand. :deevee:
anyone been on either side of this equation? abuser, or abusee?
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