For those of you who haven’t met my children I’d like to state that they are the total opposite of each other in almost every conceivable way.
Obvious one first, I have a girl and I have a boy. Old people like to congratulate me on this in the street, like it’s something I tried very hard to do on purpose (I did not, just getting pregnant was mission enough)
One is dark haired, one is blondie/brown (neither got the ginger gene bless them). At weekends one likes to lay in bed for as long as humanly possible, the other is up and at ’em before the rest of us. Weirdly, during the week, one gets up way too early for school and the other needs to be dragged out of bed by his feet. I have one who is thinking about breakfast before they’ve opened their eyes, while the other needs at least half an hour or more before they can stomach food. And lastly, I have a child who physically can’t sit still, even in his sleep, and a teenager who has below zero interest in exercise.
So, you know, finding activities for them both to enjoy is a breeze.
All the exercise
I’m not joking when I say I sometimes have to treat my 8yo like a puppy. He needs at least 2 hours of full on exercise and activity per day just to keep him on the right side of sane. And me on the right side of “JUST SIT DOWN FOR FIVE MINUTES PLEASE” rational.
He is a football addict. I don’t even know where it came from if I’m honest, we’re not a football house, the bloke would rather watch cycling or golf rather than football, but here we are, three football clubs a week, soon to be four, not including matches. Yay me. Then we have badminton club, swimming club *and* we go to the local skate park once a week in the summer.
I’m tired just thinking about what he does in the week.
He’s always been my little skater boy, getting his first scooter for his 2nd birthday, we let him ride it to pick his big sister up from school and it took us 2 hours to get there instead of the usual 30mins. That was so.much.fun.
Slowly we’ve progressed from micro-scooters to stunt scooters, and let me tell you, those stunt scooters can break shins if you swing them too hard. Give me a micro any damn day.
If I stop being a moany parent for 5 mins (just 5 mind, I need to maintain appearances) it is actually a fun way to get kids more active – you can drag them round the shops and they feel like they’re having fun. You can have a quick go if the urge takes you (I’m not the fastest on two wheels, have to admit) and you can usually get them to go further than they would if they were walking because magically their legs don’t “feel like they’re going to fall off” if they’re scooting. What’s not to love?
The local skate park near us has just been ok’d for a major lottery funded revamp, so it’s going to be even better, I’m hoping for a decent coffee machine and somewhere warm to sit as it’s in an old church and the ghosts make it flipping ice-like in there no matter what the weather, but, needs must.
And when your 8 year old is bouncing off the walls because he needs to burn some energy, needs REALLY must.