Sunday at church, I ran into an awesome lady who used to organize Sunday night volleyball for a bunch of out of shape adults. I mentioned to her how much I missed those two hours each Sunday and wished we all still got together. She agreed and then responded, “We are busy every night with our kids.”
You know, maybe I was lucky, for I grew up in a house that couldn’t afford anything outside of the basics: some new clothes once a year at school time, food every day, a trip to the thrift store every once in awhile, and one fun vacation for the six of us. I never had the chance of playing any sports outside of the home until I reached high school. Because of this, I don’t have any perspective about the power of club sports, cheerleading, etc.; however, I wonder if we are doing our kids a disservice?