Why I Love Having a Spirited Child #1: The Big Slide

Every Monday I will be writing about the joys of having a spirited child.


Today my little Tig went down the big slide at our favorite park. Being that he is only eleven months old he has no business sliding down slides.  Being that he is only eleven months old he can barely take a step, regularly plopping down on the ground until his determined little body wills himself back up.  But spirited children make things their business at eleven months old.  Tig and his mom, you see, enjoy getting out to the park, a place where it is practically required that you scream, climb stuff, and run from object to object with no particular rhyme or reason. We watched the five year-olds, big boys and girls the brave ones that is, make their way to the top of the slide. They peered out through the slide's opening at the headwaters of the imaginary waterfall, courageously took gulp of air, and dropped and dropped until they splashed into a sea of sand. 

Tig and I watched the big boys and girls get cheered on or coaxed down by parents. And then decided to give it a go ourselves. Up we went to the top of the slide. Down we looked at the roaring rapids. I looked at Tig and he looked positively thrilled. So we slid down the big slide. Again and again. 


And that's why this week I love having a spirited child.