Become a skier so that he rebels and becomes a snowboarder. Sacrifice yourself!
Smoke him on the moguls, duh!As a new dad of a 6-month-old baby, I am already dreaming about buying the smallest snowboard in existence and messing around in the yard next season.
But the crushing weight of reality has hit me.
At some point, my beloved son will rebel. Just as I rebelled against my father before him!
He will become a skier!
He will strap each foot to a different plank of wood goddamn it! He will dress in tight 1980's inspired clothes! He will slalom!
His sticks will bounce! His butt will wiggle! He will be seduced by the power of the dark side.
WHAT AM I TO DO ?!?!?!?!
My take is that the OP was poking fun, and others were joining in on that. nothing more.You know what? It's actually not important AT ALL and, unless this is tongue-in-cheek you guys have a huge fucking problem.
My son kicked ass on a snowboard (I have vids of him hitting most rails in the big park at 6y.o) and he decided to ski instead (twin-tip freestyle of course) while my daughter decided to keep snowboarding.
I still ride with my son in the park, coach him on the rails/boxes/jumps and we have a blast every time. He freakin' rips and we enjoy every second we spend together riding (same with my daughter btw).
If you guys worry that much about what type of equipment your kids ride, you either have your priorities majorly screwed-up (the "you shouldn't have kids" kind of screwed-up if their happiness of doing something they enjoy is less important than what you feel they should be doing so both of you are "cool") or no kids and don't understand that what's important is spending quality time with your kids, doing something you BOTH love doing.
Having active kids means that there'll be a LOT of time you spend in the bleachers, in your car and other boring spots, watching them play/train while you do absolutely nothing. You'll be proud of them but it's something you do "FOR" them, not with them. This means that what you can do WITH them that you both enjoy becomes priceless. I could absolutely not care less what's under their feet as long as I get to ride the mountain with them and have a blast. These memories will last me the rest of my life and I sincerely hope that they remember them forever as well.
Some of you guys either don't have kids, shouldn't have kids or have really fucked up priorities.
My bad then. I definitely missed the intended tone if that was the case and I do have a tendency to be a sarcastic dumbass myself. I guess that's a hot button for me.My take is that the OP was poking fun, and others were joining in on that. nothing more.
Communication through the written word, without voice tonality, body language etc is not complete communication, and will often be misconstrued as something other than the writer intended.
No-one should try to live vicariously through their kids, or attempt to dictate what they are going to be into for fun or for work. My old man was a bit like that- he and I don't really talk or hang out as a result. IMO, he has never given a flying fuck about anything I've ever been enthusiastic about, unless it also happened to be of interest to him, and often not even then. His Father treated him harshly, and My brother and I copped it as a result. We don't contact him apart from birthday and Christmas.
There is no magic formula to parenting, just don't be an arsehole.
guys do anything for b*chesFind him a girl who snowboards when he is older.