There is so much that I have to write about--it builds up and I end up with a logjam of ideas. A "blogjam" if you will. Heh. Heh heh. Amused with myself.
First (and for this post) there is the matter of the increasing interest in the game of golf. Henry plays every day, almost all day. He has indoor clubs (the plastic kind--a gift from Uncle J and Aunt Meggie on his 2nd birthday) and real outdoor clubs (including a putter that Mike claims is nicer than his...sneaky husband trying to get new clubs...don't think I don't know what you're doing). He has outdoor balls (the real kind), indoor balls (the plastic practice kind), outdoor tees (again, the real deal) and indoor tees (whatever random small toy he finds that will act as a stand-in tee).
The daily golf game is a given in our house now. It's just a part of our day to day. Recently, however, this love of the game of golf even found its way into night-time routine. Every night he'll ask to take a "pet" to bed. This is a privilege afforded to those who remembered to bring their listening ears to daycare. For the past two nights, Henry has asked to bring a pet to bed, and of the many different stuffed animals and dolls that he could choose from, he picks his outside driver and then his seven iron. He says, "They're not soft pets, Mommy, they are hard pets, but I love them and I want to hold on to them when I am asleep."
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| Choosing to tee off from the "sand" (aka baseball diamond at the local park). Also--as per usual, dressed himself. |
It comes as no surprise then that Hen claims "I will be a golfer-man when I am bigger". He asks to watch golf on the television, he asks for more clubs, he requests golf-related reading material--in fact, the other night he asked if I'd read him the latest issue of Golf Magazine as his bedtime story (that got interesting).
He's golf-obsessed. We're supporting it, trying not to over-do it, allowing him to discover it on his own with some gentle guidance from his dad. He seems to feel fairly confident already in his own coaching/mentoring skills and has said, "Mommy, when your birthday is up, you will get your girl clubs and then I will show you how to putt it in the hole. Is your birthday up yet? Is it tomorrow? When will we play together?" I am positively tickled by this, and also curious if Hen is at the age when I could get valuable information out of him--like what I'm getting for my birthday.
At the same time, Mike and I know well enough not to move too fast too soon, because if we've learned anything about preschoolers, it's that they'll move on to a new "favorite" thing, a new curiosity, a new problem to tackle as quickly as we change the water filter--and that is perfectly fine and normal. For now though, we're enjoying this. Hen is such a neat little kid with interests that he develops largely on his own. We are content to sit back, count strokes with him, cheer him on and to wonder what he'll discover next.
