Yesterday was Lucas’s last race for the year, with the Cyclo Cross Crusades. It was raining a little but not much. So we headed out there.
And again… this little guy of ours is all smiles and happy talking when it’s about bikes. Remember his first race back over a month ago? Back then, the grounds were dry, we had sun, and we had this kid with the same great smile, with one more tooth.
I’m thinking, as we waited for the race to start, how different people are. Lucas was standing, waiting. In just few minutes more and more kids were coming and getting in front of him. From being on third row to start, he ended being almost in the last row. It doesn’t really matter, but what makes me think is how different I am. It bothers me when people cut in front of lines. It bothers me even more that parents tell their children to go ahead and cut in front of everyone else waiting in line.
It’s a non-competitive race, for these little people. It’s all for fun. But when I have a dad standing next to me telling his 14-year old daughter that it’s OK to get in front of the other kids, it bothers me. And it bothers me even more when her mom shows up later and she tells her to go ahead and get even further in the front. And to answer her daughter’s question “But I’m outside the course and there are people standing right there” with “it’s OK, just run them over, they’ll move…”
Or during the race, I hear parents yelling at their kids “don’t let them pass you!”
I noticed I’m different. We are different here at my house.
We are trying to race our kids respectful to other people, no matter where we are, no matter the situation. It makes me wonder if this is for me. I don’t fit in that crowd. I don’t want to fit. I want my kids to push themselves, without pushing others to the side (or the back!)
I’m not a competitive person, and I know that. I think it’s fun to compete but I’m good no matter where I finish. The important thing in my opinion, it’s to have fun doing it. It’s OK to push yourself, push your kids even, but it should all be healthy, and respectful. In every race, I saw a little too much that has me wondering and noticed I’m different that way.