And I love it too. It bothered me at first, like “I must be turning into a soccer mom or something..” but I feel differently since I first had that thought. I’m actually very proud that I am interested in what my child is interested in and I only am going to keep up with this as he grows older.
When I was younger I didn’t have any parental figures who were actively interested in what I was interested in, so sometimes they didn’t understand why I was so passionate about playing chess or reading Down These Mean Streets a zillion times over. I read that book when I was 9 and I can read it every year, religiously. Ah, the little adult I was.
I played chess as if my life depended on it. Winning meant everything but getting good enough to not let someone take me down easily meant way more. Could any of my parental figures ever say why I loved chess so much? No. It’s only because they didn’t ask.
I intend on asking my kid not only what he likes but why he likes the things he does.