My son wants to be a professional wrestler when he grows up. He wants to make millions of dollars and buy a Hummer. He learns about the wrestlers that he likes. He knows what their real names are, how long they have been in the business, what their signature moves are, and probably what they ate for breakfast if he can find it online.
Last weekend he attended a birthday party of a buddy who shares his love. They weren't told in advance where the party was, she just took them to this place...well let me tell you when they walked into the building there was a wrestling ring. She had arranged for the boys to be allowed into a wrestling school here in the city. Eyes like saucers and bodies itching to get into that ring! They watched demonstrations of training exercises and were actually allowed to get in the ring and fool around a bit. They were in their glory for a couple of hours, and Jen got to be Queen Mom for the day. You know you have really done something sooooo cool when your 9 year old will hug you in a public place. When Seth got back to his father's and called me, he told me he had gotten his very first injury--a bloody lip!
What was interesting is that Jen said the instructor actually watched Seth rather intently. Apparently, during the training demonstration he listened aptly to the instructions given because when he got into the ring he used what he had learned rather than simply imitating moves from tv. You have to be at least 14 years of age to attend this school and you have to be a certain weight and height also. Seth will be 10 in October, and is convinced that this is his chosen path. I don't put too much stock in it now, however, if he still wants it that badly at age 14, I may actually entertain the notion. Am I crazy or what?