It is all about the balance.
That of having enough of this-and-that in your diet, your daily routine, your life, your disciplining protocol, and all your general decision making.
There is also the ability to stand upright for a prolong period of time without falling over. Seems simple enough, but sometimes, for me – and the boy – it is a challenge.
I have an amazing ability to fall from a standing position, which also applies, sometimes disastrously, when I am in motion.
Clumsy, awkward and maladroit are words often used in association, OK, maladroit is not used all that often, but it could be.
These traits are things that I hoped, and still hope, my son would avoid. Where I would like him to be a little less like me.
My dreams have so far been unfulfilled, and Max is shaping up, literally by taking chunks out of himself, to be just like his daddy.
This is something I have pondered, and typed about before. Thinking this is perhaps something I can help him with, rather than just accept it.
Not thinking huge remedy is necessary, and accepting there is only a limited effect I can have on my boy’s physique and agility. However I think there may be activities that could assist in his early years.
A few people commented before about state of mind, and almost an unconscious acceptance of just ‘being called clumsy’, believing means that you actually just will be.
My thoughts are about preparation, cutting corners, and generally a lazy approach to everything. I can walk into things, fall over and break things easily at home, but if I was to do a Health and Safety investigation on myself, and all these incidents, I think the most common finding would be negligence, or lack of attention to detail. Rather than their being a material or system failure anywhere.
I could so be a HSE badass.
Sport would be the same, a lot of injuries I got could put down to cutting corners, turning too sharply, changing direction without accepting one’s limits, or simply not paying attention to the hard round thing making its way to my head.
I think this, as when I concentrate, things like catching a ball, not a feat normally associated with an all-thumbs-person, would could naturally to me.
Naturally, being totally the wrong word.
So my thought process has been stretched to include ways in which I could perhaps influence my lad’s ability to concentrate in his early years.
Gymnastics, dancing and trampoline classes are all activities to hit the grey matter appraisal zone, but as yet remain un-acted upon, and perhaps are nearing towards a definite no.
He has to enjoy these things, to not rebel against them, and for them to be worthwhile, and I am not convinced that he would these.
Then I got led down a martial arts path.
As it stands my son will start school in a small class dominated by boys, and some of the parents have been discussing this, and if there is any problems we perceive, or more so, any opportunities we could exploit for the good of the children.
One of the dads suggested Karate, he had been in a club himself as a child, and was highlighting its merits.
I have always just had it pegged as organised violence, and I have always preferred team sport activities rather than those for the individual.
But his argument, and clear enjoyment of learning Karate, was one I really listened to.
Balance is important, and practised, as is learning to control aggression, and to use skills learnt only in self-preservation.
So it could certainly tick, or kick, a few boxes.
It may also help the boys to regularly develop their relationships outside of school, and perhaps how they can help each other.
And as a community thing it may bring a little extra income to our village hall revenue.
This is very much a work in progress, and I do not think it will be under serious consideration until they physically start school at the very earliest.
But it is closer to getting the green light, than the chop.
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
It is all about the balance.