well, before you get rid of the scoot, catch your new north end buds and come across the ferry and have a tool around whidbey. i'll toss some burgers on the grill and tell you all about my six kids (yeah, six), and let you know SOME of what you're in for. i couldn't do it again, but i wouldn'ta missed it for the world. all of them are people i am proud to know and hang with.
i onetime calculated the hours i spent in bleachers and sidelines and waiting in the car at practice, rehearsal, lessons, you name it.... i fully intend to live long enough to be a burden to one or more of these guys...
it's the hardest and the most rewarding thing you'll ever do. just remember this one thing and you'll be fine:
they're not smart pets, they're small humans.
expect more. be fair. be predictable and consistent. make sure the consequences fit the crime. whether you start out with the class whizz kid or a late bloomer, know they'll turn out OK if you just love 'em and treat 'em like a best friend. have fun.
peace,
shu