Today was our last day at eaw’s gym class for the season – we will be in Seattle next week, so will miss the actual graduation (apparently he would have received a little medal). Oh well – it will help me model my philosophy that the experience is the reward itself not the object that represents the experience (insert medal, title, grade, paycheck, review, etc.). I’ll see how long this “natural reward” system lasts…ask me during potty training. Regardless, the experience at the gym class was truly rewarding. We attended our first class in late January, days after returning to Columbus – it was the first time I felt like a family – a very natural family. No one wanted to see any official documents to prove I was his mom, and everyone got to know us together as mother and son. He was a charmer in the class, shy and coy. He started to reveal greater and greater independence as the weeks passed – straying further and further from me to try new things. He watched his peers and the other adults with attention, taking it all in. He was the last in the class to walk, and everyone cheered the week he walked into the room. I loved our hour together every Tuesday morning – it was a bright spot in a very long winter, much like a shiny gold medal...maybe I’ll get him a medal after all.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Gold Medal
Today was our last day at eaw’s gym class for the season – we will be in Seattle next week, so will miss the actual graduation (apparently he would have received a little medal). Oh well – it will help me model my philosophy that the experience is the reward itself not the object that represents the experience (insert medal, title, grade, paycheck, review, etc.). I’ll see how long this “natural reward” system lasts…ask me during potty training. Regardless, the experience at the gym class was truly rewarding. We attended our first class in late January, days after returning to Columbus – it was the first time I felt like a family – a very natural family. No one wanted to see any official documents to prove I was his mom, and everyone got to know us together as mother and son. He was a charmer in the class, shy and coy. He started to reveal greater and greater independence as the weeks passed – straying further and further from me to try new things. He watched his peers and the other adults with attention, taking it all in. He was the last in the class to walk, and everyone cheered the week he walked into the room. I loved our hour together every Tuesday morning – it was a bright spot in a very long winter, much like a shiny gold medal...maybe I’ll get him a medal after all.
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