My son took up rowing a while ago. He rows with the East Bay Rowing Club and enjoys it immensely. He recently had his first “regatta” which is what they call a meet in rowing lingo. After years and years as a swim mom, I am learning a whole new language that goes with a new sport.
We really wanted to come watch his first regatta in the Bay Area, but he was adamant that we not come and cheer him on.
He has a regatta coming up in So Cal and I asked again if we could come. It’s only a short drive for us.
“Oy vey!” was his answer followed by “I guess so.”
“Really? It’s okay? We get to watch?” I asked.
“Oy vey,” followed with a groan. “But you aren’t allowed to cheer OR talk to anybody!”
I’m laughing so hard. What does he think we’ll do? Run along the beach yelling and cheering for him? I guess that is a distinct possibility. After all that’s what we did at my daughter’s open water swims. He’s on a team of all adults, it’s not a child’s sport. My bet is that we will be the only parents there! I guess that’s kind of embarrassing in itself.
Will there ever be a day where our kids won’t be embarrassed of us?