I bought Henry a skateboard for $6 at a yard sale a while back.
My only thought was that it would help round out the conglomeration of bikes, scooters, and other wheeled accoutrements in the garage. I figured he would ride it down the driveway on his butt. Push his sister around. You know.
But the very day I brought it home, he rode it down the driveway…on his feet. And he has been riding it around the cul-de-sac and whatnot since.
The thing is, neither Andy or I can so much as stand on a skateboard without breaking a hip. The world of skating is foreign to us. We don’t know the terms, the tricks, or the techniques.
A local skateshop/park in town offers private skateboarding lessons.
We don’t do gymnastics or karate or even T-Ball or soccer. We will probably get into the world of organized sports soon, but for now, Henry isn’t involved in any kind of activity. Being the oldest of four, we try to give him a few extra fun things since he takes the brunt of the “hold on, I’m changing a diaper” or “wait a second, I have to talk to Jilly’s doctor” or “I know she’s messing up your Lego tower, but you have to share”…he’s certainly not neglected, but I think big brothers need some time to do their own thing.
So we headed to the mall, cutting through Macy’s on the way to the skatepark. With a skateboard strapped to his back.
Where he may or may not have knocked over two displays of pajamas because when Mom starts to say “Watch out for that…” a little boy’s instinct is to turn around and say “what?”
Pushing the double stroller, while wearing a baby, and picking up folded flannel pants in the middle of a department store while yelling to your skateboard wielding son to stay away from the Fiestaware…not a hot mess. Not at all.
We waited a couple of minutes for the instructor.
This mix of excitement and fear. Unsure of himself.
He looked so little to me in this moment. At home he was bouncing up and down cheering when I told him of the day’s plans. But in those minutes of waiting he was nervous.
I wanted to scoop him up and squish him. But that might not be cool. So I kept my distance and instead winked at him.
Being a boy mom is complicated.
Andy plays basketball and soccer and ran track in high school. I read books and doodle.
I don’t think I’ve stepped foot in a skateshop before Henry.
The girls watched their big brother.
Encourage your siblings…share in their joy. We try really hard to instill that in our kids.
Babies hung out.
Will you be into this too little O? Or maybe you’ll just want to sit and cuddle with your mom and stay bitty forever?
I’m voting for that one.
We have to work pretty hard with Henry on not getting distracted. Sitting still. I must say “focus!” about 739 times a day. As you can see, this wasn’t so much a problem for Dan.
The fact that Dan himself has four kids 7 and under might be a pretty decent reason he’s such a great teacher to this five year old student.
We aren’t trying to groom the next Tony Hawk or anything (although if he wants to make majillions of dollars and buy his dear old mother a house someday that’s totally fine. As long as he builds some wells too. Obvs.)
We just wanted him to gain some confidence and learn the proper techniques so that he’s safer (in theory).
Or at least breaks a bone doing something cool anyway.
When the session was over, he was a filthy, stinky, sweaty, oh-so-happy mess.
We got him new bearings to replace the rusted out yard sale ones, and he’s already eyeing a new (green) deck. (Look at me using these words like I know what they are!)
He literally fell asleep that night talking about his lesson mid-sentence. The next morning, before he was even done yawning, he asked me how many more days until he gets to go back. We haven’t seen Henry this excited about much of anything. Even going to Disneyland doesn’t hold a candle to this.
So, we also signed him up for skate camp this Saturday too. This time, it’s Dad’s turn to watch his boy.
This parenting gig is so funny. You kinda assume your kids will be into the things you’re into. They are. With some extras too.
We’ll see if this turns into a “thing” or if it’s a phase. Whichever, it’s fun to watch.
Are your kids into something that is foreign to you?