Summer continues. Stella started a new week at camp Monday. She did great the first 2 weeks of zoo camp. This week she started something completely new and different. I was pretty nervous her first day; we had never been to this venue, and chances were the kids would all be strangers to her with a 2 weeks’ head start establishing friendships. She had some minor issues the first day – speaking in whinese, mostly – but I appreciate the way the staff handled it. I’m hoping we’re in for smooth sailing the rest of the summer.
I recently started her off in martial arts -taekwondo – at a local park. It’s close enough to walk to if it ever stops raining, and I can even bring the Dude with me to hang out and play while Stella does her thing. Extracurriculars with the whole ADHD thing are tricky. It doesn’t help that these activities inevitably and by necessity fall at the end of a day, after a kid has already kept his/her shit together at school/camp and is ready to let it all hang out, not to mention it’s usually a different group of kids, equally spent and behaving less-than-optimally.
Stella has always been a rough-and-tumble physical kid. I’m not sure she has much aptitude in any specific area, though. We did one year of dance. She loved the stage, the costume, the flowers, but candidly she kind of stunk at the actual dancing part. But at 4 years old, she was little and cute enough to totally pull it off. Sports are out of the question. If you ask her about sports, she’ll practically start making vomit noises. She has less than no interest in signing up for a sport – she’s vehemently opposed to them. As the world’s current expert on Stella, I can also say that I’m not sure she’s cut out to be a team player. Hell, she comes by that honestly.
During my immersion into the world of ADHD literature, I kept seeing that music and martial arts lessons were highly recommended for children in this population – to trigger certain parts of their brains and to increase self-control and regulation. The park by our house was offering both piano and taekwondo. I offered both to Stella. At $22 a month, I was even prepared to let her try both. It’s summer and we don’t have homework to fool with, so why not, yes?
I honestly figured she’d jump at piano. She plays the one at Oui Oui’s house (albeit poorly) and has an app on her phone that she tinkers with. She refused. No piano. No way. Not doing it. Why? She might hit a wrong key. Taekwondo it would be.
She’s had 2 lessons so far. The first lesson she did so well. This past lesson she was a bit of a spazz. She doesn’t really get what she’s doing yet. I’m going to print some things for Ms. Literal to read, and hopefully that will cement it. I think if she can wrap her head around that, this may be a really good thing for her – maybe even better than Girl Scouts (not that we’re dropping that).
She’s the only girl in with about 7 boys. You can tell they don’t necessarily dig having her around. She’s unfazed. She’s also about 6″ taller than all but 2. They better watch out. She’ll be kicking their pipsqueak asses soon enough. During one sparring session it became evident she has no clue what “low blow” means. I guess I should explain that to her. But not around Felix. He is fixated enough on his penis.
But there’s a problem. She’s positively incensed that there is no pink belt. There’s black, white, yellow, red, purple. Why not pink, dammit? She was all up in her sensei’s face about that. If she continues to work hard, I may buy her the white uniform. I may “accidentally” wash it with something red.