From the time Shaggy was knee high to a grasshopper, he has wanted to race cars...NASCAR style...seriously. We catered to his love of Jeff Gordon for years with memorabilia and tried to explain that only a minuscule percentage of the population could make a living racing cars while trying not to shoot down his dream completely. As he grew up, he talked about wanting to build race cars. Again, I was not sure this was a career path that would be feasible and I found myself poo pooing the idea and secretly hoping he would forget about it. I would not be a very responsible mother if I let him be involved in something so dangerous and expensive...I would be much happier and sane if he would just be an accountant or doctor or teacher! Not too long ago, a couple things dawned on me. First, it was not my place to pick and choose my son's path. I am here to guide him, support him and love him unconditionally. Secondly, and more importantly he should choose the path that makes him happy. About the time I came to my senses, Shaggy and his Dad were asked to be involved in a new Off Road Racing Team. Over the course of a year, the initial racing truck has been replaced with a car...that Shaggy got to help BUILD! He is a part of the pit crew this weekend. Now mind you, I am still worried and concerned...this is a dangerous sport, but I feel confident with the people he is surrounded with and safety is their number one priority. I don't know if this will pan out to be anything more than a fun hobby, but once I gave up what I thought was in my control,this door opened allowing Shaggy to follow his dream.
I'm also linking with Erin here.