I am a nervous wreck around my children when they are involved in activities. My son decided to play catcher in baseball this fall and I am in knots inside. Sure, on the outside, I am calm and don’t skip a beat. On the other hand, I am playing every pitch with him, I am blocking the plate with him, and I am throwing every pitch to second base with him. I almost can’t watch I am so nervous. The good thing is that he never sees that and that he really isn’t nervous at all. How about that?
So, remember that Isabella broke her ankle earlier this year? Guess who started back in gymnastics this week. You think that my son playing catcher was bad…I was wearing a hole in the floor pacing back and forth trying not to watch out of both eyes at once. Cartwheels, round offs,trampolines,ropes, BARS!!!!BARS!!!BARS!!! Who let little girls do flips on BARS? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? I though that this hour would never end! She had a broken ankle…doesn’t anyone care? By the way, she did great and didn’t even care about the ankle. She wasn’t nervous at all and had a blast.
Calm down dad! It will all be OK.