One of those things that the parenting books aren’t telling me
A few days ago I took you to Little Champs (ball and play activities). I was so excited by your first formal play group, and I was planning to be like a soccer mom on the sidelines, watching you from beneath my Tom Ford sunnies, while Instagramming and Tweeting your achievements.
The only action that really happened however was a lot of tears and a reluctance to take part, and instead of me Tweeting about your hops, skips and jumps, I was Whatsapping your dad asking him what I should do – watch the class, go home and play with your fave trucks and diggers, or book an assessment with the child psychologist because of your unwillingness to take part in some “group” stuff.
And I don’t know the answer. And while part of me wants to seek help, another part is saying that I can’t force you into doing what you don’t want to do. And I shudder thinking back to when I was made to do things I hated at school (cross country and swimming galas, for example), but I also know how important a little push and encouragement are.
So here’s the thing: do we let you do your thang (playing with trucks, running around, playing in sandpits, reading, and playing on the iPad etc), or do we encourage you to be like most of the others, playing ball and taking part in group activities? Do we celebrate you as you are, and accept your preferences now, or are we stunting you by not pushing you screaming and crying into music classes and ball activities?
I can see you’re not a follower and enjoy your own company, and that you’re happy, healthy and kind – is that enough? I don’t know. We’ll see how it plays out (get it?), continue chatting to your teacher, and do the best we think at the time. Once again, I hope it’s enough…
And in other news, here are some pics taken at Sci-Bono. That’s you playing and having fun. Marching to the tune of your own wheelbarrow. And drum.