When I lived in this one town (ages 8 to 13), it was the happiest and most exciting time of my childhood (and my brother would say the same about his childhood). We had an amazing school that took instilling a love of literature to heights I've never seen since. They did a great job. We had a great PE program, and we took cool field trips, and we thrived. On top of that, in 5th grade I discovered softball, through a faculty vs student game that the other classes and parents came to watch. SO MUCH FUN. I took to it and joined up with some other girls who played regularly, signed up for a team, did some fun fund raisers, did awesome in the sport. I was good at it, and it made my confidence soar, not just on the field. I devoured books about the old time greats (Gehrig, Cobb, Ruth, etc), watched movies, we won first place and a chance to go to the leading university in softball for the whole nation at that time for softball camp. It never crossed my mind to get a scholarship, I just wanted to play and have fun...but it DID show me that I wanted to go to college, and that women could do anything (Title 9 and all that was big at that camp). I played all the time. I was also on the school volleyball, track, and basketball teams. My brother played football, baseball, and was on the swim team. When I discovered soccer, I dropped everything else because it was my passion. I knew I wasn't good enough to get a scholarship, but couldn't have cared less. I lived for the game. I loved how it opened doors--I was able to develop a much bigger world view since all the foreign exchange students would play, and then the 94 World Cup? Forget about it! Best time of my life, SO much fun and I didn't go to a game, lol. Just being in the streets and having a good time. I played soccer with Def Leppard before a concert once...my boyfriend was an amazing player and when we were sneaking around near the barricades and busses a ball came out of nowhere and my boyfriend started showing off....then headed it to me, and then a pick up game behind the busses happened. We played a good half hour, all of us drenched in sweat, not one word spoken. Then a skinny man called the band back and said "Hey---you guys need to come in and get ready". They high-fived us and left, we never said anything but were smiling ear to ear....when we got back to the road we were like "NOONE is gonna believe that happened!" When I was on mission trips, no matter what country I went to or what language they spoke, we could break the ice and develop friendships just from playing soccer. I didn't get a scholarship. But sports were huge in my life and I treasure all my memories. I'd hate to imagine my mom saying "no you're spending too much time with all this stuff". As long as my grades were kept up, and they were.
My kids: when my son (now age 5 1/2 ) has been doing Kung Fu for nearly 2 years. Loves it! He found that interest on his own, and we noticed he had very strong legs and good balance (a natural ability for some of it) and we took him to watch a couple classes, and he said YES he wanted to do it. He's been sticking with it this whole time, and no end in sight. That's 2 days a week. He did soccer last spring, swim in the summer, and horseback riding lessons in the winter and now. (Fall we were too busy for anything but kung fu, but he did occasional horse lessons then). This spring he had his choice: Tball, soccer, sparring, or horses. He chose horses again, and that's what he's doing. End of next month he will stop horses for awhile and both children will do swim lessons again. In the coming fall, he'll have options again, depending on how he does in school. During the school year, he also goes to Awanas club meetings. Some say that's too much: 4 days a week of something to do. I absolutely disagree. For one thing, it's not DAYS that he's working on sports or whatever; he's awake 12-14 hours a day. 12 hours x 7 days = 84 hours. He's only spending 5 hours a week on "structured" activity and that leaves PLENTY of time for pick up games, imaginative play, and family time. He loves it and thrives on it. There's nothing wrong with it. And next spring he'll be old enough to have other options (drama, chess, science camp, as well as sports). I think as long as a family can provide the activities or opportunities, and a child can keep his grades up, has the energy and "spark" to do it, and isn't overwhelmed or too tired, he can do what he wants.