He rushed right in to join the rest of the kids in his class, hovering near the back – but diving straight in and trying his best to follow instructions.
His enthusiasm was clearly visible, but his attention span didn’t quite stretch the entire 30minutes of the class. He kept looking over to where his dad and I were sitting, to give us a huge grin and thumbs-up.
My son made me proud today. Despite all my giggling – he clearly has my complete lack of co-ordination. Legs and arms were flailed a fair amount, and he cheated at a little at push-ups…. But he’s only 4. And he did it all with a smile on his face, looking very pleased with himself.
After the class was dismissed, he rushed over to us to tell us how much fun he’d had, and to ask us whether he’d done a good job.
He had. An extremely good job. In between my giggles and suppressed snorts over his gangly arms and legs I felt extremely proud. And a little bit teary, to be honest. A real lump in my throat. My boy is almost 5. He’s found something that he enjoys doing. He *tried* his best for most of the lesson. He was positive about it and un-self-conscious about what he was doing. He reveled in it.
And what more could a parent ask for?