Price of Passion
Did you ever love something so much that you wanted to do it all the time? So much that you were willing to work for it and hard at becoming better at the focal point of your devotion? I’ve never had that experience. But my three sons sure have.
It started five years ago when our oldest and middle sons were a mere 3 and 5 years old. They met and fell in love with BMX racing at the Sandbox on the island of Oahu. Oh, and, that’s BICYCLE moto cross, in case you’re like I was and clueless about such things.
Four years ago it was hard saying goodbye to Oahu and our many friends and family there when we moved to the Big Island, which is, unfortunately, devoid of a BMX track. But when I found my oldest boy sitting alone in his room holding one of his trophies my heart shattered when he looked up at me and whispered,
Mommy, I DID race, didn’t I?”
So my husband and I, way before having our babies, always thought that it would be perfectly wonderful to spend part of the year in Hawaii and part of our time on the Mainland. And, that is what we have done for the past several years.
Summers in the Northwest are heavenly and a good part of them are spent on BMX tracks letting these boys enjoy what they’ve worked so hard to earn.
Which brings me to the point – the price of passion. See, they earn the money for three boys to race, several times a week, all summer long. They make and sell greeting cards and picture frames – a lot of them – at the Maku’u Farmers Market.
Way past the time when it’s fun to throw paint on the spinner or to get up at the crack of dawn to head to the market. Well into the “no’s” and rejection they are pushing past and through with an eye on their goal of what lies ahead on the dusty track.
The first year being sponsored by A to Z (their business name) the oldest boy was facing stiff competitionn at one of the bigger (= expensive) races and didn’t qualify to make the main (bad news.) I walk up on him hunched over his bike handles crying – hard. He looks up at me wild-eyed and practically screams,
I’m WASTING my money!!!!”
Nothing I could say in the face of processing such emotions. I couldn’t “fix” it and anything I could muster up would seem trite especially coming from someone who has never felt that sort of passion before.
They work hard to get to the track. Once there they work hard on the track. The past two years in a row have seen boys sporting full face helmets through the airport toting along enormous 1st Place State Championship trophies.
As A to Z ramps up to fund a third race season we are all well aware that there is a price of passion but it’s the vision of what lies ahead that keeps our eyes on our goals and our heads in the game.