Someone asked me the other day what my hobbies were. Seemingly innocuous question, right? Funny thing was, I had a hard time coming up with any. My friend who asked, is single, and childless. Hobbies included mountain biking, hiking and travel. Now, I like all those things. I love hiking, I've actually been on two mountain biking trips, and I adore travel. But, are any of these a hobby for me? What exactly is a hobby?
I found this dictionary definition: "An activity or interest pursued outside one's regular occupation and engaged in primarily for pleasure." So, although I would enjoy hiking and biking, I don't think they really qualify as a hobby of mine. But, the reason they don't qualify is because I never get to do them. Hobbies, for me at least, seem to change when you become a parent. Now, my hobbies have to be something I can squeeze in when my kids don't need me.
At first, I got pretty down in the dumps thinking that I didn't have any hobbies. I started thinking that I must be a complete bore. Then, I started thinking that maybe my memory was failing me, because I always seem awfully busy for someone who has no hobbies. But, it comes down to this. I believe that, for me at least, your kids kind of become your hobby. Not that I have completely enmeshed myself with them, because that is kind of an unhealthy bond, but I do believe that, as a parent, you do gain enjoyment and pleasure from your children and their pursuits. I enjoy watching Jeremiah attempt to play soccer, I enjoy watching Riley master cheerleading routines, I even enjoy listening to the songs Ally makes up while she's playing. And, I enjoy a few things just for me too. I enjoy writing this blog. I enjoy writing my football blog and speculating on how VT is going to fare this year. I enjoy reading a good book. I enjoy a nice glass of wine on the porch at night. Maybe my life is more full than I originally thought.