The Needs of a Child

It seems as though some unforeseen circumstance always derails my plans just as I am getting started. I was eager to start my new training plan this week and jumped in with enthusiasm and determination. I can completely understand how those that are trying to change their lifestyle and workout consistently have such a hard time getting started and staying committed. I have sympathy for the slacker, as Donald would say. So many obstacles stand in the way. So often, life throws curve balls and staying on course is difficult. Fortunately, working out has become routine for me. I have become accustomed to these curve balls and I always manage to get back on track.

This week was supposed to be the start of my new training plan. I swam with Masters on Monday and when I went to childcare to pick up my little ones, I learned that my lil' Buddy was hitting again. We've been asked to take another 2 week hiatus. My girlfriend (who does the playdate swap with me each week) assures me that he is kind-hearted and not mean (which is the impression the girls at the childcare seem to have). She and I both believe he hits in retaliation or to get noticed when he wants to be involved in some activity. He also tends to hit girls - as if he is trying to flirt with them to get noticed - like the boy who used to sit behind me in grade school and pull my ponytail. He also loves to give hugs and is very loving. Unfortunately, his hugs are what my dad calls bear hugs and can be rather uncomfortable.

I have been working with him on using his words. His vocabulary and verbal skills have improved remarkably in the past few months but he hasn't yet overcome this tendency to strike when upset or in need of attention. In talking with other moms who utilize the childcare facilities at the gym, we agree that the girls have too many little ones to give him the attention he needs. Their ratios are just what the state requires - but for some kids - the ratios don't work. How can a 5th grade teacher, for example, give adequate instruction to a class of 32 students with a variety of learning styles and emotional needs. I know first hand how difficult it is to reach them all. But this is a blog about running & parenting, I suppose. My frustrations with the schools is fodder for my homeschooling blog, so I digress.

I have come to the conclusion that the childcare at the gym is not the right atmosphere for him. Even Sweetie is becoming bored with the available activities and complains that she has colored all the 'color sheets' they have. She has tried bringing her school work but the girls don't have the time to read the instructions on the top of the page so she can get started.... nor the time to answer her questions when they arise.

The fortunate thing about homeschooling is that I can learn first hand about the learning styles, emotional needs, and educational interests of each of my children and thereby create an environment specific for each of them. I love this. I love working with them.

So... back to my original line of thought - it is time I bought a treadmill. I can't keep trying to force my little guy into an environment that isn't suited to his needs. I need to be more creative if I want to continue to swim with Masters.