As I was driving the girls to Fiona's karate lesson, I told Delia that I was going to ask sensei for the paperwork for her karate contract. "But remember," I told her, "we won't sign it until you give me, in writing, a statement that you are committing to taking karate."
She stared at me, and tears started rolling down her face. "I don't know. I'm not sure now if I want to take karate after all."
I can barely believe that I refrained from screaming at her out of sheer frustration. We dropped Fiona off for her lesson, and I talked with Delia some more. She wants to continue. No, she doesn't. She does. She doesn't. She can't make up her mind. In desperation, I asked her whether she wanted to talk to someone else about this, to sensei, or maybe
minnehaha K, or
kiramartin. Anyone else. No, she didn't. I showed her how to make up a sheet that said, "Pro" or "Con" and invited her to think of factors to put in each column. She didn't want to think about it; she just desperately wanted out of the conversation.
Finally, I took her into a coffee shop and gave her a cup of hot chocolate to calm her down. Then we went to pick up Fiona. Sensei asked to speak with me. "I have a proposal for you," he said. I had shown him some of the entries I had done about karate on my LiveJournal, and he had an idea. "If you will maintain the school website for me--I haven't been able to take care of it for months--I'll give you a reduction on your tuition fees." He named the figure he had in mind, and my jaw dropped. The offer was really very generous.
"Yeah, but I have a problem." I gave a little nod toward Delia. "She's wavering again."
"You're kidding. Well, she shouldn't continue if she isn't sure." He brightened. "But then you could continue."
I took a deep breath, suddenly dizzy with hope. I had ruthlessly tried to extinguish all desire to continue, out of the belief that it was impossible. But suddenly, that latent wish reared up, and I was astonished that it was as strong as ever. I could. I could start taking karate again. I really could! And then I looked at Delia. "But . . . only if she rules it out for herself." When she is incapable of making up her mind.
I have to give her a deadline. I have to make it absolutely clear that if she says no, she can't change her mind. Because if she turns it down, then I have to think about it for myself, and if I accept it, there won't be enough money then for her to continue.
Great. That's all that Delia needs. More pressure.
If she would just make up her bloody mind.
She stared at me, and tears started rolling down her face. "I don't know. I'm not sure now if I want to take karate after all."
I can barely believe that I refrained from screaming at her out of sheer frustration. We dropped Fiona off for her lesson, and I talked with Delia some more. She wants to continue. No, she doesn't. She does. She doesn't. She can't make up her mind. In desperation, I asked her whether she wanted to talk to someone else about this, to sensei, or maybe
Finally, I took her into a coffee shop and gave her a cup of hot chocolate to calm her down. Then we went to pick up Fiona. Sensei asked to speak with me. "I have a proposal for you," he said. I had shown him some of the entries I had done about karate on my LiveJournal, and he had an idea. "If you will maintain the school website for me--I haven't been able to take care of it for months--I'll give you a reduction on your tuition fees." He named the figure he had in mind, and my jaw dropped. The offer was really very generous.
"Yeah, but I have a problem." I gave a little nod toward Delia. "She's wavering again."
"You're kidding. Well, she shouldn't continue if she isn't sure." He brightened. "But then you could continue."
I took a deep breath, suddenly dizzy with hope. I had ruthlessly tried to extinguish all desire to continue, out of the belief that it was impossible. But suddenly, that latent wish reared up, and I was astonished that it was as strong as ever. I could. I could start taking karate again. I really could! And then I looked at Delia. "But . . . only if she rules it out for herself." When she is incapable of making up her mind.
I have to give her a deadline. I have to make it absolutely clear that if she says no, she can't change her mind. Because if she turns it down, then I have to think about it for myself, and if I accept it, there won't be enough money then for her to continue.
Great. That's all that Delia needs. More pressure.
If she would just make up her bloody mind.
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Date: 2006-03-30 07:47 am (UTC)I'm a great believer in giving kids SOME choices (and tried to give mine plenty), but she was STILL A KID and thus some choices were simply too hard, too overwhelming, too confusing. The hardest part is deciding when they're old enough to take decision X, I think.
I also think that however positive it is to offer some choices, offering too many gives more the impression that you don't care than the impression that you're being laid back. I may be old-fashioned (I'm 50) but much as I think kids need flexibility and understanding, they also need a few limits. The best way I've ever heard it put is that kids need solid, strong walls to grow up in, but those walls need to be of rubber - as in they give a little when necessary.
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Date: 2006-03-30 01:09 pm (UTC)She's not losing anything if she loses a year of karate at her age, especially if she keeps on with the ballet.