Watching P perform on his swing tonight, I realized his relationship with his beloved twirler has evolved. Whereas days used to be spent whirling at lightening speed or demanding "push! Higher! Puuuush!!!", he's now much more into acrobatics and challenges. (Its so interesting to watch children's interactions with everything just evolve. Another shameless unschooling plug: This kid (er, every kid:) knows exactly what he needs to challenge himself, what he's driven to learn and achieve, despite the lack of curriculums or charts lying about. I love watching his natural fire burn bright, trusting that the sparks will fly and light up other areas, previously dark to him, until the right patch catches and whoosh - he's off burning a whole new streak!)
But I digress :) P's swing, while still good for swinging, has become a full fledged home jungle gym. He climbs it like a rope, gripping and pushing until he's reached the ceiling. He jumps off of the ladder and clings to it, swinging, until he slides down it like a fireman's pole (nasty, nasty rug burn can ensue from improper sliding maneuvers, come to find out....) He stands in the sling swing, flying through the air, screeching for me to watch, while he lifts one leg, then lets go with both hands, switches legs, hops... The combinations are endless :)
Fortunately, we hung a few moving trapezes in Kansas, so his days there would be flying filled too. We even unearthed the rope swing my brother and I hung, twirled, flipped and flopped on when we were kids. Of course, it had to be scaled and conquered by the newest generation :)
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