My mother never taught me how to be physically strong.
Sure, she showed me what it meant to be mentally strong, emotionally strong, and transcend strength into my work, education, and personal aspirations — but being physically strong was not something I learned from her.
I wish it had been though.
Sure, she brought me to soccer practice five days a week and watched my games on the weekends. She made me go to conditioning for swim team when I definitely did not want to. She supported my dreams of becoming a starting center on the basketball team only to have those dreams thwarted when I didn’t grow past 5’1”. And she did it all with a smile on her face while making extensive sacrifices in her own life, and for that I thank her endlessly.
But I wish she had been the one to show me how to work with weights. I wish she had been the one to put a dumbbell in my hand. I wish she had showed me how to wield a barbell, instead of thinking a man had to be the one to do it.
Knowing what I know now, if I had learned how to properly strength train when I was young, I would have been a monumentally better soccer player, a faster and healthier swimmer, and maybe (just maybe) I would have been a semi-decent basketball player.
This is to no fault of my mother’s though. It’s a fault of a generation stuck in a hole of stereotypical thinking and lack of education on the safety of allowing children to strength train. Unfortunately, these are misconceptions that still ring true for far too many.
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