Day 97 - 2:37pm, 7 April 2019
It's the last trampolining before the holidays, except it's not, because according to Little Master, they are already on holiday, thank you very much. School has finished, it finished on Friday. Therefore, he is on holiday. So why, oh why, should he have to go to trampolining in the holidays?
Explaining that the coaching week runs from Monday to Sunday is pure semantics as far as he is concerned. Still, with his sister in the same class, he is going. He adopts the shoulder hunched, woe is me look, as soon as he enters the gym hall. You just know it isn't going to end well.
The odd thing is that he loves trampolining. That boy can bounce and would bounce 24/7 if you would let him. The difference between him and his sister though is that she enjoys the discipline of moving her body in a set way, of making the straight lines, engages with the artistry and the anticipated applause. For him, it's about the sensory input, the being able to feel his body land with bump on the trampoline. It's like a full body stim, so telling him how to do it, where his arms and legs should be, is never going to be a motivator for him, particularly as those straight lines do not come naturally for him, as they do for his sister.
I think his trampoline class days are numbered.
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