I think we’ve finally landed on the perfect activity for our shy guy. We have tried gymnastics, movement class, soccer. All of which he would be super excited for before the class actually started.
But, whenever we arrived and he realized that he was expected to run around with a bunch of kids he didn’t know, his enthusiasm quickly vanished. I know exactly how he feels. However, he, unlike me, is a pretty athletic and coordinated kid. He loves playing with the neighborhood kids. I’m hoping he’ll eventually find his team sport groove. And, if not, he can be an orchestra geek just like mommy.
So, Henry is taking lessons from my old fiddle teacher and he LOVES it. We had an awesome (and slightly corny) jam session/pajama dance party this morning that pretty much encapsulated the best elements of parenthood: joy, silliness, pride, and feeling like you’ve done something right in the world.
By the way, four is turning out to be a great age. We’ve weathered the almost-daily tantrums of year three and, for the most part, four-year-old Henry is able to process frustration or disappointment without flinging himself to the floor screaming. It’s a nice change.