While I’m not overly expressive about it, my kids are always on my mind. Similarly, even though I’m over 50 years old, my mother still likes to know how I am doing and where I am.
Being a parent doesn’t go away when our children reach 18 years-old; it’s a lifetime calling. A few years ago, I took my kids with me on a team-building retreat for a women’s college basketball team. The setting was mountain biking in Moab, Utah. The trails in Moab are considered world-class and world-class trails come with obstacles and risk. The experience is life-changing, but one wrong move could result in a trip to the hospital.
Professionally speaking, I have used experiential educational models safely for years with other people’s children, but when it comes to my own children, I tend to be overprotective.
About four miles into our trail ride, we came to an obstacle where I stopped the group. I took the time to teach some advanced mountain biking skills, showed them how to ride through the obstacle successfully and invited anybody that wanted to walk their bike instead of riding it to do so. This group was a division one, women’s college basketball team. Their level of self-drive and competition was high. None of them walked their bikes.
One by one, I would stand there and coach them through the obstacle. “OK, keep your eyes up. Feel the bike flow under you—pedals parallel to the ground. Butts back, light pressure on both brakes. You got this!”
Several of them didn’t make it the first try and would return back up the hill to try it again. In some cases, a third and even fourth try was necessary. At one point, the first-aid kit came out to bandage up a skinned knee and elbow. These college athletes were laughing and loving the experience. Years later, they still talk about it.
And then, it was my daughter’s turn. She was much younger and I tried to invite her to walk her bike. She wasn’t having it as she wanted to try it too. My heart skipped a beat. I quietly tried to reason with her.
And then, as a father, I was taught a lesson. My daughter looked at me and said, “why don’t you believe in me?” Something inside of me said, “She’s right, it’s not like she is going to ride off a cliff or something.”
I stepped back. And, I went from a protective father who didn’t believe his daughter could work through a challenge to a coaching father who treated her just like I did the other college athletes. Three tries and a bandage later, she mastered the obstacle resulting in high-fives and cheers from the whole group!
This simple experience changed my perspective on parenting. Doing things for my kids, being overprotective, etc. is sending them a message that they can’t do things, when in reality our kids are resilient and will rise to the level of expectation and coaching that is put upon them. The bottom line is coaching and teaching work. Being overprotective doesn’t.
To this day, I stay up at night until the kids are home. I still check-in with my adult children regularly, just like my mom continues to check in with me.
But I’ve learned that I must believe in my kids and never send an accidental message that I don’t believe in them just because of my own fear. Never again will I have my kids feel like I don’t believe in them. Unless of course, they are about to go off a cliff.
– Randy Oakley
Randy Oakley and his wife Lara have six children. Randy is the founder of treatment programs for youth and young adults.