I give much credit to the moms that can do it—the schedule juggling, equipment schlepping, attention paying Mommy's who truly care what their offspring are doing on the field/rink/court.  I just don't have it in me.

Having never been an athlete or, for that matter, very successful in any competitive arena, I just don't understand the whole sports thing.  Unless there's some long-term goal for me, (cause really, isn't this parenthood thing all about me??) I just don't see the point. Sure, there's the whole sportsmanship and exercise angle, but couldn't we get that from our family life? Especially since, as most people so lovingly joke, I've nearly managed to breed my own team?

So here's the deal.  I've decided that the only activities that I am going to endorse are ones that can hone the skills that can one day produce successful children who can support me in my old age in the luxurious way that I deserve.

So far I have come up with the following:

Brooklyn is going to focus on her debate skills so she can finely tune her natural superiority at being argumentative.  She will simultaneously work at developing her passion for acting, which I am sure will help her succeed in being a defense lawyer for the stars.

Kyan will be sent to some sort of computer/engineering programs because even at his current pre-K state, he is freakishly good at figuring all things techy out.

Morty and George will first be sent to The Tinkering School  where they can learn the ins and outs of their mechanically inclined ways. From there we'll see.  Formal education isn't for everyone.  Perhaps we'll go old school and do some apprenticeships and such with them. Or, we can send them through the ranks of education, also in the engineering field, where they can revolutionize things that we haven't even begun to imagine yet.

Macky, at this point, is yet to be determined.  At this point his zest for life, jumping and exceptionally loud repetition of single words seems to make him a prime candidate for some kind of professional cheerleading.  Though we don't like to pigeonhole our children into career paths until they are at least 2.  He has about 9 weeks left to make his preferences known.

Of course, as a disclaimer for the many hateristic parents who live in the blogosphere, I am saying this all in jest.  I will not force my children into or restrict my children from activities purely for my potential future financial gain, though I can't say that it won't cross my mind.

The real base for this silly post is that I don't "get" the dedication to children's sports and activities—especially when I've the family stress and financial burden that it can produce first hand.  Granted, I have yet to experience this phase in life first hand, but from what I've seen it isn't pretty—which is what led me to indulge in my favorite defense mechanism of delusion.

I'd love to hear other's thoughts on the whole sports/activities conundrum! I know that my kids will want to do things that I don't "get" and, sucker that I am, I will go along with it.  

What are some of the sanity saving tips that you experienced parents out there have to share