At my kids' school, they offer lots of great extra-curricular activities.
Things like sign language, cooking, reading clubs, drumming circle and sports.
Each quarter, I offer my kids a chance to choose one.
They bring home the list and we read through it together, and they tell me what they want.
S. chose French.
E. chose cooking.
He chose knitting.
My eleven (almost twelve) year old son.
Now, I should not have been surprised.
This is the boy who wanted to play flute. (Asia wouldn't let him. He plays trombone.)
It's not that he's weird, it's just that he doesn't care what people think about him.
I asked him, "Don't you think the other boys will tease you if you take knitting?"
"I don't care," he said.
I tried another angle...
"Why exactly do you want to take knitting?"
"Well," he began. "If I get cold, I can make myself a sweater. And I can make scarves for Christmas presents. And besides, Mom, it's a life-long skill."
I couldn't argue with that.
So he's taking knitting.
He's making a red scarf.
You gotta admire a boy who just does whatever he wants to do without caring about what the rest of the world says is 'cool.'
I wish I could learn that.