Monday, February 27, 2012
This past weekend, something amazing happened. G learned how to ride a bicycle. I think that was the proudest I've EVER been of him. In fact I even started tearing up as I was thinking about it before my nap.
You may be saying to yourself, "WTF Old Man?!? ANYONE can learn to ride a bike. You basically have to be retarded not to be able to ride. How is that one of your proudest moments?"
And then I got to thinking, "yeah... why is it that I feel this way?" and then I got a flash back to when G was born and I thought, "Koreans have awesome eye-had coordination (see child sweatshops, Starcraft, Andrew Song, women golfers, archery gold medals, etc). There's no reason he can't be next Tiger Woods." Sadly as the years went by it became painfully obvious to me that the boy was not going to be a golf prodigy. No academic prodigy (later post). No music prodigy. No prodigy at all. I know of no kid who likes to "race" as much as he does and always comes in last. It was so embarrassing when he would challenge his friends to a race, and then halfway through the race, as he was choking on his opponents' dust, he would miraculously have a cramp or his shoe laces would become untied and thus would have to stop the race. Mrs. Fly and I still get migraines because of all the facepalms.
When you grow up in the "type A" NYC metro area and in an Asian household, overachievement is expected. Prodigy schmodigy. As I always say to Mrs. Fly, lots of things are overrated (Ivy League schools, being a lawyer/doctor/professional, having a nice car, etc), but happiness always seems to be underrated. G is happy. We're happy. I wouldn't trade him for any other kid in the world. Call me a simpleton for being so happy about my kid learning to ride a bike, but life's all about taking the time to enjoy the the simple things.