In the book “Outliers,” Malcolm Gladwell claims that to become a success at something you must complete 10,000 hours of practice; whether its music (the Beatles) golf (Tiger Woods) or computer programming (Bill Gates.)
Let’s just say, I think a lot of parents in my town have read this book and are frantically having their kids bang out some hours.
Let’s just say, I too, am a little competitive, and have been known to hate losing.
I mean let’s be real people – who wouldn’t want a little Justin Beiber running around their
huge mansion that he buys for me house.
So I sometimes get nervous that over here in the Gaga household we really haven’t started chipping away at the old 10,000 hours yet.
We have to find something first.
Tick – tock.
I mean these kids aren’t spring chickens……Michael is already 6.
I think Michael Jackson already had a gold record by then – and McCauley Culkin was probably already nailing his audition for “Home Alone.”
I mean the streets of gold aren’t going to pave themselves…..
So last year – when my then 5-year-old announced that he would like to play hockey – I thought it was a great idea. We signed up for a “learn to skate” program.
Some people said “You are nuts! It’s so expensive! It’s so much travel and you have to wake up at 5 am and go to games!”
I would just look at them knowingly – and explain that it was something that Michael wanted to do – so we were willing to try it out.
(In my head I thought – I am a super-awesome mom and you aren’t! I am willing to sacrifice so that my son can start his 10,000 hours and you are selfish. 5 am game time is no problem for
my husband us – because we are great parents ……and you are assholes. Have fun waiting for your short little white kid to get drafted for basketball…..losers….)
But then I met …….the HOCKEY MOMS. You have heard of the “soccer mom?” These women blow them out of the water…….(possibly with a rifle if it’s Sarah Palin we are talking about.)