Pride and Perseverance: A Tale of Ten Pin Bowling

Remember how I talked about not having family traditions a while back? Well, one of our family non-traditions is to give Big Brother the opportunity to choose two special family outings each school holidays. During the June/July holidays we went to the zoo and saw a movie at the cinema. For the September/October break, he asked to go to the museum/art gallery and Ten Pin Bowling.

On Friday we went bowling.

Big Brother has been excited about this for months. He’s talked about little else since the holidays started. And finally, the day came. We paid for two games, changed into trendy bowling shoes, chose our bowling balls, and got comfortable in our lane. My husband and I had our first bowls, and then it was Big Brother’s turn. Finally.

He was happy. Confident. Sure he’d get a strike. Why? Because when we visit his grandparents, he plays Wii Bowling and it’s nothing for him to get eight or nine strikes per game. So despite my cautioning him that it was a bit different when playing for real, he was sure he was an expert.

He picked up his bowling ball. (“It’s very heavy, Mummy.”) He approached the lane. He realised he couldn’t swing his arm quite as enthusiastically as when he’s just holding a Wii remote. But he gritted his teeth, and bowled the ball.

It rolled forward slowly. Well, not so much forward as at a very sharp angle across the lane where it crashed into the bumper (because we’re not cruel enough to make him bowl without bumpers for his first games) and then wobbled along the lane to the end, dropped into the gutter, and hit nothing.

Big Brother watched it the whole way, his eyes glued to the ball as though he could make it go faster and straighter and better through willpower alone. When the ball vanished behind the intact pins, he turned to me with tears in his eyes and asked, “Do I get another try?”

After the fourth frame, Big Brother had three points and wanted to go home. “I don’t like bowling,” he said. “Can we just go home now?”

It broke my heart to see him so deflated, so clearly frustrated and upset. But I wasn’t ready to let him give up so quickly. “I know it’s frustrating, Sweetie. But if you want to get better at bowling, what do you need to do?” I asked.

“Practice and use Patience and Care,” answered Big Brother, quoting my usual mantra. He tried again. The ball wobbled a bit further than the previous time, then rolled along the bumper and dropped into the gutter. One pin.

Every time it was Big Brother’s turn, I encouraged him to give it his best shot. By the end of the game, he had 11 points.

We didn’t dwell on the numbers. We all high-fived each other and started game number two.

I have no idea how well or poorly I bowled during the next game. I barely even remember taking my shots. I was so focused on Big Brother; on encouraging him to keep trying, to keep practicing, to be patient and take care. And it was working. He was getting better. A bit. After nine frames, he had 15 points, so he’d already bested his previous game. But as far as he was concerned, one or two pins a frame wasn’t anything to get excited about.

My husband and I finished our games and Big Brother stepped up for his last bowl.

He picked up his ball and approached the lane, just like he had the last 39 times. He took a deep breath. I held mine.

He bowled. For the first time, the ball rolled straight down the centre of the lane.

Nine pins fell.

Tears sprung to my eyes and I cheered louder and longer than I have for any sporting triumph ever. My husband was on his feet yelling. Even Little Brother, who’d been sitting peacefully in his stroller watching the game, clapped and yelled excitedly.

Big Brother’s turned to look at us, a huge grin on his face. Then he started jumping up and down, laughing at pointing at the decimated pins. We cheered, we hugged, we high-fived. I’m sure the other bowlers thought we’d lost our minds.

On the way home, Big Brother asked if we could go bowling again next school holidays. We said yes. Then we told him how proud we were of him.

We weren’t proud that he’d knocked over nine pins. We were proud that he’d persevered; proud that he’d kept trying until his practice, patience and care paid off; proud that, despite his frustration, he’d never given up.

And I was so very, very relieved that everything had come together for him on attempt number 40. And also that he hadn’t knocked down all ten pins.

Because if he had, I probably would have burst into tears, then fainted.

Have you got a story about success through perseverance? 

(Bonus points if there are tears or fainting involved.)

Advertisements

14 Comments

Filed under Life With Kids

14 responses to “Pride and Perseverance: A Tale of Ten Pin Bowling

  1. Peter Wells

    Jo… STOP IT! I had tears in my eyes. 🙂 Stop being good at making me get tears in my eyes… (It was dust.. yes, dust dodged my glasses and got into my eyes… ) Great post Jo!

    ________________________________

  2. I’m with Peter – stop making me misty! I’m so glad he wants to do it again. It’s a great lesson in life that practice (regardless of the failures along the way) can improve the way we do things. What a lovely story 😀

    • Thanks so much, Dianne. It’s a lesson I try to impart to my boys, although it seems to be rather out of favour in the wider community these days. I’ll try to write a less misty-eyed post tomorrow. 🙂

  3. Love it. My son had (has is probably more accurate) some gross motor issues. It was very difficult for him to go from standing to sitting. This proved problematic at the playground when he wanted to down the slide. So I would follow behind, set him down and let him go. We did this for weeks. Then one day he did it on his own and it felt like he just won the Olympics.

  4. “Practice and use patience and care.” What a great mantra. I’ll be borrowing it. This speaks to me so much as I have two amazing little boys who are both perfectionists, which sometimes translates into an unwillingness to try at all or devastation at failure. I think continual cheer leading is one of the greatest challenges of motherhood. I’m feeling inspired by your story.

    • Thanks so much, Sarah. I know exactly what you mean about perfectionist children. My Big Brother is also a perfectionist and I’ve been through the same situation where he’s refused to try something at all for fear of failing. It’s actually why I came up with my little three word mantra in the first place. So we often talk about needing “practice, patience and care” to get better at things. Good luck!

  5. We have had many bowling games ruined with tears and frustration. The rack helps, have you used that? They just roll it down and it stays relatively straight and picks up a little speed.

    • Yeah, we tried it a few times. It just made Big Brother more upset, because he wasn’t doing it all by himself. (Have I mentioned he has perfectionist tendencies and is ridiculously independent?)

  6. Pingback: Pride and Perseverance: A Tale of Ten Pin Bowling | Mayfair Mum

  7. Misty! Boy you guys have stiff upper lips….
    Maybe its PMT but me? Proper dribbles or, to quote my Little Chap “Mummy I wasn’t crying, I just had something in my eye…!”. Oh well. You’ve done it again woman. Blast you! Thought it only fair to let you know I’ve reblogged to my millions (sorry, hundreds) of readers, if for no other reason than because I want a permanent record of this wonderful heartwarming story and I couldn’t think of a better place for it than safely on my blog. Oh and ‘cos I think you’re a bit brilliant and love to share 😀 x Oh and big high fives to Big Brother (he is SO like Little Chap…)!

Speak to me.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s