When I saw Migi already starting to wear out, and complained of pains and discomforts after 2 hours of climbing, I realized that being a "soccer mom" is not an easy thing. Seriously, how do you motivate a kid and at the same time shelter him from harshness?
Among all the sports that Migi get into, it's the climbing that I have the chance to get more involve as he needs to be "chaperoned" in going to the gym. So Last weekend's Vertigo Cup climbing competition was my first time to see Migi competes. Though, he joins tournament / competition from time to time, I never got to witness any of them. So I don't really know what happens when there's a competition, and what to do.
So Here are my "soccer mom" lessons from that climbing event:
1. To be a mother or a father?
I read somewhere that kids who are raised by mothers tend to be less aggressive because mother, by nature, are more protective and more forgiving. I don't know how true is this but being a mother, yes, I am more forgiving and less pushy.
I noticed that Migi has high tolerance for pain, and I think this is somehow what gives him advantage in sports. (I remember that he once chipped off his toenail in a tennis game. He did not complain until I saw it the following day that it's falling off. Gross! I brought him to ER where a surgeon cleaned it up.) So I know that when he started voicing out that he's in pain, I know that it was real pain. Plus he was already climbing for more than 2 hours, which he's not used to. His climbing sessions usually end in 2hrs.
SO SHOULD I PUSH OR GIVE HIM A PAT ON HIS BACK for a good job, and go home?!?
The mother in me just really want to pack things up, and then feed him his favorite dimsum. It was just some silly competition after all.
On the other hand, I could hear Mark's voice saying "Maayo gali wala ka gipanganak sa panahon sa gubat."
It's probably a disservice to Migi if I would not let him push one more time. So I let my ALPHA female ruled, turned cold-hearted and tell him "you are still alive. You rest then try one more route." :)
2. If being a mother or a father would not work, bring in SUGAR.
Being a first time "soccer mom," I did not anticipate the "down" times. I did not know how to cheer up the boy, how to aid his discomforts.
Thankfully, I remembered my being a support crew in long-distance races. When people is down, just pump them with sugar! :)
So when he felt tired, I buy sprite. When he complained of painful hands, I distract him with tab gadget since I had no liniment.
3. It's you against the wall, the scorecard, and most of all YOU.
Migi usually comes home with a medal from his competitions, tennis / table tennis / chess / archery, but I always thought it's a fluke. I mean there are not really a lot of kids who play chess, right? He might just be the one joining thus the medals.
But I kinda underestimated him. He is competitive in a way that he did not put much attention to any other climbers. He was mainly concerned with the wall, the routes, and his score card.
Day 1 of competition was that there were 12 or 16 routes to climb. And they were given 4 hours to climb as many of the routes. Scores of each route depends on difficulty level. Day 2 was only 1 route for everyone to climb (each category has their own route) for limited time. So in a way, climbing competition is kinda design to make you focus on your own scorecard than anybody else's.
When he got his score card, he said something like "I come here to compete with all the routes!"
So when he started to wear out and wanted to quit, and reasoned out because the other participants were also getting tired, I would just remind him that he's competing with the routes on the wall and not with the "tired climbers". Somehow, it would trick him to try one more route.
I really do hope that that attitude was not a fluke. And, I hope we or others would not influence him to think otherwise. :)
Anyhow, I'm thankful to climbing as it finally gave me the chance to be a "soccer mom."
On a serious note, I'm thankful to climbing as it was my chance to learn more about my 1st bebeboy. He was only 4-month old when I got pregnant again so it has always been so hard to give him my full attention since he was a baby. Until he got old and being the eldest, there's a feeling in me that he can always find a way to survive so he's always like the low priority when it comes to who needs looking after. So among my kids, he is that one who would take more time before I can connect with him or get into.
Photos of Day 2 from Mark's cam:
(Let me gloat that among all the climbers in all categories, he's the only one who "tap up," being able to reach the "finish line" of the route.)