The Boy was determined not to play soccer today. “I’m scared!” was the refrain. He didn’t want to get dressed. He didn’t want to leave the house. He didn’t want to get in the car. He didn’t want to get out of the car. But once he was on the field, it was all fine.
His play was better than last week. He ran toward the ball in general, but he often just sort of ran around the edge of the hive of boys and girls kicking madly at the ball, known as four-year-olds’ soccer.
And at home, a bit of badminton.
I love your wonderfully regular reflections on parenting (and all else that in some way contributes to it). As a grandmother who is embarking once more on the journey of watching an infant turn into a toddler turn into a child (teen soon??), I find it so reassuring to read your stories. They’re respectful of the child and yet they focus on the angst and the multitude of decisions a parent/grandparent faces every day in caring for him or her. So, thank you. It’s really wonderful writing (and therefore reading)! (Why would I be surprised…)
Thanks. I’m honestly not really putting much thought into them. It’s just sort of a record for the family for later, but I’m glad it resonates further.