Kids love to run. They run to the ice-cream van, to their friend’s house, to the swings, to the garden, etc, etc. Basically, anywhere they know they are going to have fun, they race to get there as fast as they can! I took my cousins kids swimming and to the park on Saturday and I couldn’t help noticing how fond of running they are.
I was in charge of a four year old called Ella and my other cousin, their uncle, was in charge of a three year old called Joseph. We’ve been doing our bit to help out, as their parents are attending church every Saturday morning for a month, in accordance to the baptism rules. Their youngest child is soon to be baptised.
So, on Saturday I helped Ella undress and change and looked on with words and expressions of encouragement, while she swam her little heart out, with a teddy shaped float to assist her. The instructor barked out orders, while I looked at her perfectly toned figure with envy, and ticked myself off for eating too much cheese the night before. One of the loudest orders was, "Don’t run, walk!" when the pupils left the pool. See, I’m not alone with this observation. One little boy took absolutely no notice of this instruction, he ran, slipped on the wet floor, fell over and burst into tears. This running lark is all very well, but it can be dangerous in the wrong circumstances.
After Ella’s swimming lesson I took her outside to play on the swings and the round-about. She ran (excitedly) to the swings, despite me asking her to wait. She tripped and managed to mark her new jeans with grass stains. Whoops. Luckily it was just grass stains and no injuries. (Sorry about the extra washing mum!) We had fun together at the park. We played the toadstool game, jumped up and down on the alphabet snake, and I helped her climb, like a cheeky monkey, on the climbing frame.
When Josephs swimming lesson ended, uncle called us both, announcing it was time to go home. “Ella, don’t run to the car! Watch out for the other cars!” I heard myself saying.
If only I had her energy. Imagine if us adults ran everywhere. Okay, sometimes I may run towards the train if I’m about to miss it, but it’s only if I have a spurt of enthusiasm and if it means I could be very late for work. Crikey, I barely run on the running machine at the gym! It’s more of a fast walk, followed by a slow jog.
After swimming and the park, it was back to my cousins house to celebrate Ella's 4th birthday. The lounge was covered in brightly coloured balloons, presents and gooey looking cakes. Aren’t kids birthdays great. Ella's friend came round to join in the celebrating and the kids decided to take their birthday food out into the garden, so they could sit in the playhouse, eating and playing. I opened my mouth to say something but my uncle, their granddad, beat me to it. “Don’t run with your food! You’ll only drop it in the grass!” He took the words right out of my mouth!
I watched the kid’s exasperated faces as they slowed down, to prevent spilling sausage rolls and ham sandwiches onto the lawn. I expect they were puzzled at us grown ups slow reactions, how long we sometimes take to walk somewhere and do something. I’m sure they were all shaking their heads in disbelief and thinking – why walk when you can run?
Picture of the day:
How fast can I go?