"Gymnastics? You are really strong and flexible and you get to jump on trampolines and stuff?"
"We could sign you up for Tennis?
" You want to go back to Break dance school then. With Francois? Do cool moves..."
"What about Circus school? That is fun. Balancing on balls, juggling..???"
"Okay... So what type of sport would you like to do then?"
"Mamaaaaaaa! (observe the long annoyed tone....) I don't NEED any sport activity. I have already found my thing, you know??? Motocross. THAT is my passion. It is the only thing I want to do.
Ok. He has found his thing. Motocross. He loves it. He runs hard. He is good. He is fearless. He is fast. He goes with the big boys. He gets dirty. He sweats. He works every single muscle in his body. He belongs there. He feels at home. He has got friends. Everybody knows Luca Bo. It is his thing.
So why do I keep on trying to get my Luca Bo into "normal" sports? Because I am a bit of a chicken mom. I want him to be safe...
Luca Bo was special when he was born. He has always been one of a kind since day one. He is different and he is extreme. Will always be. I just hope he won't do river rafting, free jumps off buildings, get into sky diving or any other incredibly super dangerous extreme sport...
I know, I am being selfish saying that. I can't stop him. He has to live his way and I can only watch and hold on to my heart that wants to jump out of my chest when he flies over those jumps. And although he scares the hell out of me, I am very proud watching him do what he loves the most.
I remind myself how much motocross has helped with motivation and concentration in Luca Bo's school work. How it has helped him build self esteem. How he has grown as a person, taking more responsibility, growing up, becoming more independent. So, off we go to the track. I bite my nails with nerves and see the glitter in his eyes when he comes in for his break. And of course I should stop bugging him. This is his thing. It is written all over him.