Sunday afternoon and I am out on a soccer field running with a mix of 3-6 year olds. The breeze carries with it the subtle nip of cool, like when you open the fridge door, it feels great.
The children run like a miniature flock, shuffling here and there, then a break away - goal!
Line them up and let them have at it again.
There is laughing and smiling all over, abundantly joyful for everyone.
Why is it then that when my son wants to extend the play with his friends to tackling and rolling around do I feel compelled to intervene and call these boys back to the real world, with it's rigid expectations?
I know boys and girls run and tumble, tackle and roll. My only concern is if someone gets hurt..
Funny, we wanted him to play soccer for the team camaraderie, the social growth, the exercise, and the list goes on and on. Yet when he takes to path of natural expression of physicality I call him back. Back to my unrealistic expectations that boys play, but not too rough.
I'm learning to let it go and let things take their natural course.
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