As a sentimental person devoted to traditions I can appreciate the value of Superbowl parties and events. But I’ve decided that a big superbowl party isn’t a tradition I want for my family. This was hard for Cameron to accept, and it’s been a challenge for me to find a way to validate my position without allowing him to develop a self-righteous attitude about the subject. When he told me the other day that people who watch the superbowl don’t believe in God I realized I had failed and had some serious back-tracking to do. It’s not going so well. Today he reported to me that a boy in his class (we’ll call him “Jake”) made two bad choices. The first choice being that he didn’t let any other kids win the “Minute-to-win-it” game they played at school. The second bad choice was that he watched the superbowl. The following conversation ensued.
Me: It wasn’t a bad choice Cameron, it was just a different choice.
Cam: I told Jake that Jesus is more important than football.
Me: That’s good to tell him how you feel.
Cam: But he didn’t listen. Well he listened to my words but he didn’t listen.
Me: That’s okay, as long as you are always nice to him.
Cam: But I want him to be like me.
Me: We’re not all supposed to be the same.
Cam: But I just want everyone… I mean… like… I just want some people… it’s just, I guess… I just want Jake to be like me.
Having my child become thoughtful is exciting, entertaining and intimidating. Life is complicated and in these situations I often find myself unable to find the words to teach the things I am so anxious that he learn. But it’s all so overwhelming. There were a thousand lessons hanging above me as I listened to him and I started to panic and without meaning to I gave the most simple uninvolved answers I could to avoid delving into something that might be difficult. In short, I brushed him off. Opportunity lost. I blew it.