My son is 10 and has endless energy (except when it’s time to get his own juice or put the dish in the dishwasher and not in the Sink-Staging Area, OMFG). He is in a constant state of motion which is absolutely fantastic, and I love every moment, except we live in a NYC apartment and when he keeps throwing a ball against the wall I fear that I will lose what I optimistically refer to as “my sanity”.
But yesterday a miracle happened.
He joined his school’s running club. He ran a mile in just over 6 minutes which seems like some sort of a world record, but that’s not the miracle.
The miracle is that he was so tired after that feat that he did not bounce the ball, nor did he tell me that he was so bored and that there was nothing to do. He was so tired that when I asked him to unload the dishwasher, he didn’t have the energy to complain and just did it.
I honestly don’t know why they don’t tell you about this when you leave the hospital with your baby. Probably because they don’t want the streets to be overrun with running babies. Like this one.
One year ago ...