So crazy to think when I started this Blog Veg was heading off to his first year of pre-school and now he is in 6th grade.
Yup, class has started and the Vegkid is officially a Middle school student.
Some parents get sad when their kids progress through milestones but I think it is awesome. I mean we aren't raising babies to stay babies or toddlers to never grow up, we are raising the adults they will become and every step in that direction is a huge achievement.
I'm so proud of this stubborn, strong willed, smarty pants and have loved being his mom every step of the way. It is so thrilling to watch him grow in to the man he will be and middle school is certainly the next step in that direction.
When I dropped him off yesterday, there were no pictures, hugs or requests for assistance to the class room.
It was more like:
"Take me to the drive up line"
Hop out of car and he says:
"I got this, see ya!"
That was that... He was off and I had a giant grin. It was a defining moment as this new journey for him begins yet he took it with such pride and confidence.
It is that Blueberry time of year again. I went last week with a friend so we could chat while finding our bounty but my stash ended up being only 2lbs. Still way more than you would ever get at the store for way less money but the berries only lasted in our house for 24hrs.
Hubs said he would go with me to pick more but we kept getting rained out. Well apparently the rain did the blueberries good because we went tonight, were there for 1/2 the time but picked triple the amount of fruit.
Yup we came home with a whopping 7lbs. Filled up three containers and still left 4 cups for the husband's blueberry cobbler.
It was quite a good blueberry kind of day.
Now hopefully they will last more than 24hrs because as it stands, we will be poopin' blue for a month.
There is one young man in my class that started this CF thing against his better judgement. He is at that awkward stage where you're growing but don't really know what your body is doing. His Mom told him to try it and he clearly was NOT interested.
He struggles with coordination and even strength elements as he has been part of the video game generation that hasn't had to move much. His posture was poor and his confidence was worse when his Mom brought him to me.
I push, but not too much. I keep him moving and show that working out can be fun. Somedays he looks at me like I'm the she-devil for asking him to do a sit-up and I just want to give him a hug but instead he gets a high-five and encouragement to keep moving.
Sometimes he flops on the ground instead of a push-up. Other days he tries with all his might just to get through a beginner class but at the end of every class he succeeds at his level of accomplishment. Not compared to anyone else, just what HE can do is enough. And that is the awesomeness of CF.
After a few classes, I get to watch his posture begin to shift, his coordination begin to improve, his smile begin to shine and his excitement to get to class take over his fear. That is when I know we did it!
We made a difference in the life a child that will last far in to adulthood. It doesn't always happen on the first class. Sometimes it takes a couple weeks. But now this young man is forever changed like they all are and I'm reminded why I do what I do.
Well this past week, he said he loved a class and that it was the most fun he'd ever had.
I said "you know I pushed you a little bit to try harder?" he agreed. Then I asked "And you're not mad"...
"How could I ever get mad at you, you're the best coach I could have"
Trying not to melt, I then asked if he would keep coming back.
"Of course, what do you think? This is the favorite part of my whole week, Silly"
Ahhh, sometimes I'm not sure who is coaching who, but they sure do make me smile!!
I'm having so much fun coaching our local youth performance classes that I can't tell who is enjoying it more. Me or the young people.
What I do know is that my Vegman is LOVING it. He has worked out every week for 6 weeks and has seen huge improvement in his form, coordination, strength, agility and endurance.
But even better is his confidence as related to his own abilities have improved and his favorite thing before class is practicing pull-ups. The boys in his class definitely click and are hilarious together.
What a great environment for children to utilize as their sport of choice. But having my own child begin to love classes as much as others that are attending is a wonderful thing.
Well today was "bring your child to workout day" in honor of a baby that has cancer. And for the first time, Veg and I were to do a workout together. Not as child/parent/coach. But as partners!!!
He did NOT want to go... I was so bummed!! But eventually he caved to my charm. (Sorta??) and came along.
We had so much fun with the other teams and he did great to keep moving.
I'm pretty sure this isn't the end of our workouts together which makes me pretty happy!
Well Veg made it back safe and sound but something about picking him up this year was different.
As if he'd grown while gone. A young man stood before me, all smiles. Every kid and counselor was screaming after him like years past but this time he took the opportunity to say his goodbyes to each one and even got phone numbers.
He wasn't sluggish or ready to crash, he was full of energy and wanted peanut butter pie. All his friends greeted me with smiles and some of our CF family gave me great big hugs. They couldn't wait to tell me about their time away since I was the first CF parent to arrive. It was quite a moment.
On our way home Veg told me he was missing some socks because he loaned his to a guy that didn't have enough and one of his bug bands was gone too because one kid forgot bug spray. He then proceeded to tell me about the food situation and why he didn't have a single dessert that they offered because they were all filled with "crap" ingredients. Hence the need for immediate peanut butter pie.
Turned out he had a great time and I couldn't be prouder of the young man he has become.
As for me.... I mentioned in the prior post but my week was Amazing.
Glad to have the kid home with stinky bags and all, but I won't complain if he wants to go to camp again next year. What a wonderful experience for all of us.