When my son was 8 I talked him into playing basketball because he was tall and athletic for his age.
He didn’t want to, but I told him I’d coach the team, so he agreed…probably just to make me happy.
Pretty quickly we all realized that basketball wasn’t for him and while I give him credit for finishing out the season, we would have all been better off without the experience because he didn’t like it, I felt badly every week because he didn’t like it, and because he just wasn’t good.
I wonder if John Beecher’s parents can relate to this?