My son has been a bull rider since he was 10 years old, and is now only a year away form adulthood. He is stubborn, handsome, smart, and more determined to do what he wants than most and willing to do the work to get there.
Yesterday, we were at one of his bull riding events at a major venue. I did what I do when we go to rodeos. Got my camera ready to tape his ride so he can review them and see what he needs to work on, etc..
Yesterday I had a revelation about my youngest son. He is who he is. He knows the risks, and has carefully taken every precaution to protect himself from injury. Even having done these things, he like most riders, has been busted up many times form being bucked off of a huge mean bull.
I support him. I will always support him. I will not be a dream killer because of my selfish desires to have him protected from any dangers. He is ok with it, so I should be too, in this case. Yet as I was filming this short clip of his 6 second ride, my heart dropped to my feet as I watched this huge bull come within inches of stepping on my boy’s head.
Watch this very quick clip and see what you would feel if it was your child on there. Would you be able to support them, or would you just keep them in a bubble as long as you could to shield them from any harm as long as you could?
I am talking my flesh and blood here, so this is a personal post in that way. I want to know what other parents would feel like watching a child of theirs doing this week after week for years….Input welcome.
How far should we go to support our children’s dreams?