Manchild turned 6 last week. Six seems so much older than 5. Almost a big kid. Almost ready to do big kid things. Or maybe he is ready. We’ve decided to find out. I asked him a while ago if he was interested in going running with me in the mornings and he was enthusiastic about the idea. We won’t go far, of course. Not in the first few weeks. I figure if we make a couple of times around the block, we’re doing well. But he is taking a broad view and hoping we’ll be running to the park with his siblings in the stroller before too long. I hope he’s right.
But if he’s going to be right, he should probably have some special gear. That’s half the fun, right? Special shoes, special clothes for your special sport? So I picked up a pair of shoes and some “running” clothes for the boy for his birthday. I’m not banking on him being Dash Parr or anything, but I’m hoping running becomes something he enjoys. And if he doesn’t, well, the shoes look cool anyway.
He’s also been pestering Micah to teach him about belaying. I don’t remember how rock climbing came up, but there it was and Manchild needed to know more. As he always does. Micah got home from work today and rigged up a climbing wall in the boys’ bedroom.
I know it’s just a taste, just a hint of what may be coming in the next few years, but it’s exciting. I feel like we’re moving into a new realm of parenthood, where our kids aren’t too young or too small to do a lot of the activities we love. It’s about time we started indoctrinating them in the Heiselt ways. It’s about time we initiated them.
Welcome to the family, kids. This is what we do.