The other day I told M that Emito could be a ballet dancer. I expected a playful protest ala "What? Not my son the future all-star bla bla bla," but instead he said, "You know, I was thinking the same thing myself!"
For months we've noticed that Em really likes to explore what his body can do. He spins. He runs in place. He does downward-facing-dog, just for the heck of it. He stretches this way and that. And he climbs. Climbs and climbs. But this past week he's added a new move to his repertoire - walking on tippy toes. He does it all the time.
Of course, who knows what that really means. Will he end up at the ABT? Oh, probably not. But I am signing him up for a music/movement class so he can explore his inner Baryshnikov. Plus, it'll be motivation for me to fight my inner slug and get out of the house. Not something that I've been very good at lately.
One of my goals as a mom is to be active with my kid. To go swimming. Canoeing. Skiing. To kick around a soccer ball and to shoot hoops. I've been anything but active for the past five years, though, and when you're that long out of it, it's hard to get back into it. Of course, we don't need to do adventures in x-treme sporting just yet. But right now, I have trouble finding the inclination to just get us out for walk.
Several times over the past year, I was this close to signing us up for swimming lessons. But I never followed through, because I couldn't get up the nerve to trot out my flabby, oh-so-white self in a bathing suit. I have one more chance to do it before the summer comes. I hope I don't chicken out this time.
In the meantime, I'll be bringing my tiny dancer to movement class. It's a parent-child thing, so at least I'll be doing something. Hopefully it'll be the break-out from this sedentary rut that I so desperately need.
That sounds like a great class. And there is definitely no better excuse to get out and do stuff! I'm still up for coffee or dinner some night if you can find the time :-)
Posted by: Nico | February 12, 2008 at 08:05 PM
Pixi-
Wow, it must be something in the ether. How great that we are both now getting back to blogging. Found through my sitemeter that people have been linking to me from you. Thanks for keeping me on your roll through the long silence. Love the pictures of your little guy. I'll keep checking in with you!
Posted by: MamaAnne | February 12, 2008 at 08:26 PM
Lovely to hear from you. Your boy sounds such a delight.
I can enthusiastically recommend Gymboree classes if they have them where you are. Pob and I go to one every week and we have a blast. Plus she is totally knackered afterwards and conks out for at least 2 hours!
Posted by: thalia | February 13, 2008 at 12:44 PM
Whatever you do, don't sign up for swim lessons on Saturdays! I can stand being a flabby over-white woman in a bathing suit if I know I'm going to be surrounded by the same, but apparently all the women send their husbands to the Saturday class. It's just weird.
Posted by: Suz | February 14, 2008 at 11:00 AM
Thank you, Suz, that is a great tip.
Posted by: pixi | February 14, 2008 at 11:07 AM
I'm with ya! If it's any consolation, my skin glows in the moonlight, blinding approaching traffic in the reflection off my pasty whiteness. I'll don my suit in solidarity with you, sister, sunburns be damned!
Posted by: Tonya | February 15, 2008 at 03:08 PM
That sounds great Pixi, I'm scratching around for some kind of movementy type thing for Tricky too... although I'd forgotten gymboree...
Posted by: OvaGirl | February 19, 2008 at 05:48 AM