As soon as my son was mobile, he was a climber. It took 5 times pulling him off of a 50 gallon, glass-topped aquarium before I realized how my barely-able-to-crawl-baby was making it up there. I realized I had to place him in God's hands or I would stroke out, before he would even learn to walk. As a baby he wasn't content to swing back & forth. We had to push him to the heights so he could reach for the tree-tops. Once on his own power, sitting was just no longer fun. He climbs trees, leaps across gorges, dangles over precipices, scales rock walls...Publicly, we've been given some pretty nasty glares from less "permissive" parents. I'm not going to punish him for exploring & I would rather he experiment under my watchful eye... & with ready access to the clinic. An x-ray technician once thanked us for having him play outside so much. Last autumn I watched him do a running, front flip on the soccer field to celebrate a goal. (He's taking lessons now).
The last trip I made with him to the clinic was regarding a possible back injury from doing flips on a concrete floor. I told the doctor "we should get some kind of 'Frequent Faller Miles'" to which she replied, "Yes! & we can have a card to punch". She did not, however share my enthusiasm for "10 x-rays get the 11th free"... & all of this occurred before the sk8boarding fury.
The other day my husband & son arrived home from the sk8park much earlier than expected. "Had to get London's arm x-rayed...not broken & there was no charge. We had a credit." "Was it Dr. Owens?" It was not. London went to his baseball game that evening to "support the team". He played catcher the last inning & hit a double on his, one at-bat. I am looking forward to telling Dr. Owens about the credit...but, I'm not in any hurry.
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