The one roll I had found was now wrapped around and around the four-foot tall set of plastic drawers containing my jewelry-making supplies (wire, a dozen boxes of beads, pliers, etc.). My hope was that the drawers would stay securely closed for the seven-hour drive from Knoxville to the South Carolina shore. But I had run out of wrap and the bottom two drawers were still loose.
My parents knew their options: stop to buy more saran wrap, find loose beads in the car for months, or ask me to leave the supplies behind and thus endure a week with an extremely stir-crazy daughter. They required no convincing. We stopped for more saran wrap.
I was fourteen that summer; jewelry making had been my favorite hobby for about 2 years. But here’s the most important thing to know about my hobbies: I tend to get really, really into them.
I’ve accepted this, but still, sometimes I wonder. Could I learn to live with just one size muffin tin? Must I store clothing under my bed but devote an entire dresser to stationery? Or perhaps most importantly, how did I get this way? And is there a cure?
Sure, some of my extreme hobbying tendencies can be traced simply to me being me. But an equally large share of the credit goes to my parents, who not only refused to stamp out my hobbying extremism but also encouraged it at every turn.
Perhaps this was because they knew they were dealing with an inherited trait. My mother refers to her Bernina Sewing Machine as her fourth child. My father, walking in a new city without his camera, looks familiar but sort of naked, like your grandfather without his glasses. I’m no freak of nature, and my parents know it. So as kids, if my siblings or I showed any interest in something, our parents’ protocol was to encourage and enable. But it is possible that I may have taken advantage of this standard operating procedure, just a bit.
A Brief History of the Hobbies of Jennie
(including brief notations of the cost, material or otherwise, required of each)
|Horses (actual, literary, and/or mythological)||horse camp, books about horses, My Little Ponies ®|
|The Fine Art of Rock Tumbling||rock tumbler, rocks, earplugs|
|Spying on Friends, Relatives, Neighbors||binoculars, journals, Harriet the Spy (movie), Harriet the Spy (book)|
|Sculptee Animal Sculpting||Scuptee, purchased in bulk, tools|
|Writings Short Stories about Hamsters||eleven hamsters (as inspiration/pets/infestation)|
|Writing Short Stories about the Holocaust||child counseling|
|Jewelry-making||beads, wire, pliers, saran wrap|
|Soccer, cross country, track||equipment, transportation, all available discretionary funds, nights and weekends, medical fees for injuries|
|Lunastix||three sets of LunaStix (“Some tricks require extra sticks!”)|
|Juggling||“professional” juggling balls (“plush,” “bounce,” and “traditional” models), The Calculus of Juggling (book)|
|Knitting||yarn, needles, willingness to wear ugly scarves|
|The Study of History||books, audiobooks, transportation to historical sites, four years tuition at out-of-state “but really historical!” university|
|Baking||hobby adopted as an adult; materials self-provided*.|
|Hula-hooping||hobby adopted as an adult;§ materials self-provided**|
|* self-provided, except for a KitchenAid mixer, taken borrowed from my mother, who pretty much never used it anyway, and didn’t even notice it was gone for six months. But I’m really sorry, Mom.
**Yes, as an adult. So what of it, thank you very much?
Note: This list is limited to those hobbies lasting a minimum of several months (rock tumbling, sculptee). Most (everything except rock tumbling and Sculptee) lasted several years.
I suppose parents might now have two questions:
- Good God, The Money. (Not a question, to be fair, but I acknowledge your point.)
- But, why? (What is the point?)
Question #1 is really a function of Question #2, so let’s skip to that. It is my contention that there are many “points” to be found in hobbies. And, if your daughter, like me, develops an intense infatuation with juggling one stick using two other sticks, I hope you’ll say, “Full speed ahead!” Or even better: “Ah, yes, but do you prefer rubber-coated or wooden?”
Do not mention or worry that you cannot see any “life skill” development to be found in sticks. She probably knows that. Even if she doesn’t, she’ll figure it out eventually, because you’re right: There is no future in LunaStix.
Still, perhaps she will learn some of what I have learned from a lifetime of devoted hobbying, including the following:
1. The Skill of Playing
As very young children, “play” is one of the few skills we possess. But think back to the second week of summer as a child. The newness of your freedom had worn off, and to your confusion, you discovered that you were bored. Knowing how and what to play wasn’t so easy anymore.
I recently found this list of “22 Things to Do When You’re Bored” in my bedroom at my parent’s house. I was seven years-old when I made it, but the impulse motivating the list’s creation is still familiar: I was desperate to find things I found enjoyable. Then, I needed my hobbies to fill long summer days without school. Later, I would need them to relieve the stress of AP classes and college applications. Now, I need my hobbies for fun and to unwind.
2. Confidence in my ability to learn new things and a methodology for improvement
To learn a new juggling trick, I would practice until my arms were too sore to move. I will readily admit that my life would not be drastically different if I had failed to master “juggler’s tennis.” However, my life would be really different if I had never developed a comfort with and methodology for trying new skills. Hobbies allowed me to cement this as a central component of my identity: I am able to try new things and I work hard to improve. As for my parents, I imagine this was their thought process:
DOES IT MATTER TO THE UNIVERSE?
- No? Oh well.
- Yes? Discuss at cocktail parties.
DOES IT MATTER TO JENNIE?
- No? This too shall pass.
- Yes? At least she’ll learn how to work hard and improve.
3. Multidimensional Vibrancy in the Every Day
In an ideal world, one’s career would be among the most fulfilling components of one’s life. For most of us, however, a true vocation comes only at the end of a long line of jobs. Especially during those times of working and waiting for something “bigger,” hobbies can ensure that the color doesn’t drain out of everyday life.
4. A Million Life Lessons
The list of lessons and skills I learned through my “hobbies” is too long to condense here. From years of competitive soccer, I developed a strong work ethic and the knowledge of how wonderful it is to be an integral part of a team. Through jewelry-making, I discovered that artistic creation can settle an anxious mind. Even juggling taught me something: It’s okay to be silly, and it’s okay to enjoy something other people don’t really understand. (On that note, most people will enjoy that you enjoy something, and hobbies aren’t “about” other people anyway.)
And yes, throughout it all, there was always a chance that one of the hobbies could have become a career. But, by now, I hope you’ll agree: That’s just not the point.
Note on photograph: No, I’m not hula hooping. But that pose is now one of my go-to hula hooping poses, so there ya go.