I have been beating my head against the wall so to speak for months now trying to get my 15 year old son to take his schooling seriously. You probably know this drill. Heck I remember being a kid and thinking school would never be useful in my life.
It is wrestling season and I thought that forcing him to wait to start practice til he has a C in Math would motivate him. But after the tears and hurt in his eyes after a round and round go nowhere conversation on the subject, I took my wife to the gym to blow off some steam.
I left home thinking I had failed as a father and that my boy just lacked try. Now I needed a win. I grabbed the overhead bar to do lat pull downs and focused on breathing and proper form. By the time I finished my first set, I felt the blood flowing freely through my body and my mind began to clear.
Then I started my seated rows and this massive body builder type about puked doing his workout and I was able to laugh out loud and meet a new friend. In just a half hour of working out, I felt manly and successful.
The rest of my workout I reflected on my recent professional life and how overwhelming it had been at times. Sometimes I wanted to just sit and binge watch any dumb old show just to numb the stress. I knew this would not bring results, but even as a grown man I considered taking that approach. What did my son really need?
I went home and sat him down for one more go at this dilemma. I told him how great it felt for me to get a small win tonight with my workout and that I wanted that for him. We agreed that if he spend the long Thanksgiving weekend studying and made up a past test on Monday that he could start wrestling. We both ended the conversation with high hopes.
I need to hold him to his end of the bargain, but I can’t wait for him to be physically exhausted on Monday after a grueling wrestling practice. Yes he needs math for the rest of his life, but he also needs the manly struggle that exercise will give him.
How cool that some iron weights taught me such a great lesson today!