I had such a lovely morning with Big Sis. We visited a nearby soft play centre called Gambado (you can read my review here) and she just went wild! I often feel a bit guilty because she’s at home with me all week, rather than being surrounding by other kids her age.
I take her out as often as possible, to music class, and to the local kid’s park, and I’m about to sign her up for swimming lessons. But on weeks when I’m really busy with work, I just don’t have the time to take her out as often as I’d like. Fortunately, or perhaps because of this, Big Sis is fantastic at entertaining herself – getting hours of enjoyment out of something as simple as climbing in and out of a cardboard box! So it’s always really satisfying to see her running about, having a great time, and interacting with other kids.
I realised something today, that made me feel quite nervous – Big Sis has inherited her father’s fearlessness. She’s been on slides a few times before, but always with me, but today I watched her scramble up the stairs on her own, and throw herself down with wild abandon. When that proved too mild, she then insisted on tackling the big slide in the older kid’s play area. It was really high, so I wasn’t about to let her do that on her own, so I clambered up through the climbing frame too, feeling very old and uncoordinated.
We go to the top and I thought she might be a bit intimidated, seeing how high up we were, but instead she started pushing me away, trying to launch herself down solo. It was all I could do to cling to back of her t-shirt as she hurtled over the edge, and sped down the steep slope.
When I relayed this back to her father, he regaled me of stories about himself as a kid – how he’d hang off cliffs by his fingernails, and swing from the highest trees branches, just to get a buzz. The complete opposite to me, who used to imagine crashing in a fiery ball every time we drove over a steep hill in the family car. I love the fact that she’s confident, but her apparent lack of the fear gene is guaranteed to give me many, many sleepless nights in the future.
Are your kids daredevils, or scaredy-cats??