The boy is going on a month of school now, and he's loving it. He has a best friend, Chase, he's played with girls, and has almost learned when he has to be still and when he can go crazy. Recess is his favorite time, except for everything else he does, especially Play-doh day. I am so impressed by his abilities, attitude--even when it's a bad attitude--and natural ebullience.
That's him in the orange shirt in the photo. Besides school and karate, he's also doing a couple of months of soccer one evening a week. We were a little afraid it would all be too much, but that's not the case at all. He loves running on the field. It won't take too much longer for him to realize that the other boys are teammates and are to be a part of the team goal of winning. So far, the 4-5 year olds haven't shown much desire to actually win anything as much as they simply like to run with the ball and kick it into the net. Of course, a few of them--Jordan included--like to follow the ball into the net. It will be a trip to see how the games go, and I'm sure I'll be as impressed by his progress in soccer as I have been with his karate and his schooling.
Taking an afternoon walk yesterday, I saw a group of preteens accompanied by a boy not much older than Jordan, maybe 5 or 6. While the older boys were trying to be all bad and cool, wearing their hats sideways and shoving each other around like creeps (excuse the judgment call), the child skipped and twirled now and then, showing the energy and pure joy of life still inside him. The joy of a child. Where does it come from and where does it go?