Like many parents, I’m guilty of letting my kids get away with certain things that I swore I would never let them do (like the occasional dinner picnic). My children were not going to bounce on couches, let alone vault over them and then ride the arm rests as if they were mechanical bulls. Nope, my children would use couches for their sole purpose: sitting.
Well, then I had three kids and sitting on couches is the least of my worries. We have been blessed with a son who could be the poster child for psychomotor overexcitabilities. Leo, our eldest, is in constant motion and climbs everything. He spends his days quite literally climbing the walls. Over the last six years, we have tried – unsuccessfully– to curb the climbing but the reality is:
#1., Leo isn’t even conscious of his climbing, and
#2., The child needs to be moving.
I recognize that he is not aware of it, and I understand his need for it, and I am so glad he’s here and not doing this in school and getting in trouble for it, and yet… I’m also tired of wiping filthy footprints off of my door jambs and molding. Are you sitting there trying to figure out how Leo manages to get his filthy footprints on my door jambs? Here’s a clue:
And here’s another:
So what’s a mom to do? Well, we compromised. Leo can climb the post in our family room (seen above). It is brown and therefore doesn’t show footprints, plus it does resemble a fire station pole. Leo can also climb the door jamb in his bedroom, with the understanding that we will periodically ask him to help us wipe them down. And I’m trying, as always, to let some of this stuff go. This too shall pass, and crazy as it sounds now, Schizz and I will miss having to say, “Leo! Please get down and climb the door frame in your room!!” nine gazillion times daily.
And, as for those couches? We’ll sit on them in other people’s homes.
The energy which makes a child hard to manage is the energy which afterward makes him a manager of life.
~Henry Ward Beecher, Proverbs from Plymouth Pulpit