I will never claim to be a petite flower. I am 5’10” and have palms that make Meadowlark Lemon look like an extra from The Wizard of Oz. Also, you know you’re old when the first basketball player that comes to mind is Meadowlark Lemon.
My seven year old son does not take after me in the height department…yet. Because of his small stature and his medical issues, some of his gross motor milestones have been reached much later than typical children. It is sometimes impossible for a seven year old to do something that is normal for his age when he is the size of a child who is four.
One of the things he’s had trouble mastering is swinging on our swing set. He isn’t big enough to hop on the swing himself, so he has always just made do with swinging on his belly.
But, day before yesterday I talked him into giving it a try. I promised him that even though his feet don’t touch the ground, he would be okay if I put him on the swing and stood nearby. After I pushed him a few times, I could tell he really loved it. I explained the concept of “feet out”, “feet under” and he took to it immediately.
A few minutes went by and he said, “Mom, I want you to swing too!”
I smiled. “I wish I could, buddy.”
He continued…feet out, feet under…then realizing his mom’s size is also not so typical, he said, “But, we would need a bigger swing. Maybe you could use that brown one.”
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