After trying to find a pair of shoes that would fit Noah properly, we decided to just stuff his feet into the slightly oversized shoes that he got as a gift some time back, and hope for the best. He wore the shoes for the first time on Saturday, when we brought him to Glenelg to catch the beach volleyball tournament.
When we got there, the last point of the beach volleyball match was being played, and we ended up walking along the jetty instead, to enjoy the lovely weather and view. Glenelg also has plenty of open grassy areas, where children were running wildly around on. C suggested letting Noah run around on the grass for a bit, and my immediate reaction was that of a typical helicopter mother’s.
“He’s wearing these shoes for the first time! What if he can’t walk properly in them?”
“He’s never walked on grass before! It’s too uneven.”
C told me to stop being a helicopter mother, and to just take Noah out of the Manduca. One of my New Year’s resolutions is to be less of a helicopter mother, so I took a deep breath, and put Noah down onto the grass.
Erm, what’s going on?
Sir Stamford Raffles wannabe
I’d like to believe that it’s more nature over nurture at this point, because the little boy was extremely cautious about walking on the grass. In fact, he stood rooted to the ground, not daring to move AT ALL, for a good five minutes. I offered to hold his hand, but no, he just wanted to stand there. I felt bad, thinking that my own fears have rubbed off onto the boy, and that I’ve turned him into a scaredy-cat just like me, but C, being the more rational of the two of us, reassured me that it’s probably just Noah’s nature to be cautious. However, he was quick to add that if I continued trying to shield him from all these ‘dangerous’ activities, Noah WILL become irrationally fearful of everything. Thankfully, Noah finally decided that it was safe to walk on the grass, and starting taking a few steps on his own.
Deciding that walking on grass IS fun after all
When it was time to head for dinner, I wanted to pick Noah up to walk up the slope, but C stopped me.
C: Let him do it himself! That’s how he’s going to learn how to balance.
Me: But he’s never done it before! The slope is too steep for him. It’s too dangerous.
C: What’s the worst thing that can happen? He’ll fall? It’s grass! It’s soft, you know. He won’t hurt himself.
I suppressed my inner helicopter mother, listened to C, and let Noah walk up the slope by himself. And he did! Okay, he fell on his bum once, but continued walking after I pulled him back onto his feet, and looked really pleased with himself after that.
Walking up the slope
I walked up THIS slope by myself!
Most mums would probably laugh at how silly this ‘achievement’ is, but I think it’s more of an achievement for me, rather than Noah, because even though he’s the one who walked on grass and up a small slope, I went against my natural instincts to wrap him in bubble wrap, and let him be.
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