Sometimes The Answer To Finding What Your Child Excels In, Is Right “Behind” You All Along

As a parent it’s cool to teach your children something new. But, it’s so much more rewarding when they figure things out for themselves. My son, Ryan, has always been big for his age – especially big given that he is one of the youngest in his grade. From the time he was 18 months old, his height and weight measurements were off the percentile charts. At doctor’s appointments his stats were delivered to me as if/then statements – “He’s now 18 months, but if he was a 2 year old he’d already be in the 75th percentile”.

He was like a bull in a china shop no matter where we went. He was in constant motion – constantly. I lost my baby weight in record time and was always glowing (okay, in a full body sweat) as I tried to keep up with him. Add to that, the fact that I come from a large family that is comprised of lots of girls, and it’s not hard to see why none of us seemed to know what to do with a boy – especially one that was a whirlybird of energy like Ryan. I have often described my mother’s interaction with him as akin to someone who is clearly not a “dog person” trying to play with a Saint Bernard. One of my favorite quotes is from my grandfather as he watched a then 2 year  ทางเข้าufabet old Ryan at our Passover seder. “What’s wrong with the boy?” he asked with what can only be described as a mix of confusion, horror and utter disbelief.

As Ryan grew, I found that most of what I said to him started with the word “no”. No Ryan, that’s fragile. No Ryan, don’t push your sisters. No Ryan, stop splashing in the mud. No Ryan, don’t throw that ball in the house. No Ryan, I definitely do not enjoy being tackle-hugged from behind when I’m not ready for it. I was worried about what all this negativity would do to his self-esteem. Instinctively I knew that I just had to channel his “spirit” in a positive way – ya know, put all that energy to good use.

I was so excited when he could finally be involved in organized sports. As soon as he was old enough, I quickly signed him up for the 2 most popular sports in town – soccer and baseball. He hated them both. He practiced, he played in the games, but he didn’t enjoy it – at all. He’d run after the soccer ball and wind up barreling into other players (some of whom were his own teammates!) knocking them down like pins in a bowling alley.

On the baseball field he could make good contact while up at bat, but he was a slow runner. And the speed