Once you decide to do it, do it with all your heart.
Enjoy the company, take turns doing new things, and of course racing.
Be willing to race, to jump, to turn, and inevitably, to fall.
And when you fall, take some time before you get up to explore the ice– the look, the feel, the texture, and imagine what is down below, remembering what it was like in summer.
And when you get tired, take a break, but don’t take your skates off because you are bound to want to skate some more.
My baby brother was born when I was 18. No he is NOT my son, I didn’t get pregnant and hav emy first child until 6 years later. However, I was dating my now hubsand at the time and we often discussed my parents’ parenting styles and since we often babysat my baby brother and since I was going to college for education and special education, we had rather strong opinions on why he did what he did and how to handle it.
Namely, my baby brother would say something 20 times when he wanted your attention. We were both sure it was because everyone was always busy and didn’t listen to him the first time. We determined that we would NOT allow that to happen to our children.
And we haven’t, and yet here we are with a third child, a boy child, who looks EXACTLY like his uncle did at that age (10 years ago) and who has the same mannerisms, and who REPEATS HIMSELF CONSTANTLY. It drives us both insane. Especially since we have tried to keep the ignoring thing from happening.
Issac: Mommy? Mommy. Mommy!
Mommy: Issac I already answered you, what do you want?
Issac: Mommy? Mommy, can I have a ….?
My only hope is knowing that my baby brother did grow out of it.
My boy is growing so fast.
He is no longer a baby, no longer a toddler, no longer does he have baby fat.
He is long and thin (his rib cage shows but I promise you, he eats, lots. My brother was the same way.)
He is thoughtful, diligent, easily embarrassed, intent on what he wants to learn, avoids things he is uncomfortable with.
Recently he has started recognizing words without having to sound them out. It is shocking to hear him read a word that he sees then to look and realize he is right.
He is learning to read, because he wants to and because it is natural and right that he should. He does the same thing with math, science, whatever. What he is not interested in makes not even a dent, but what he loves gets soaked in as if he were a damp sponge, absorbing more than you could imagine it would hold.